Inked in the Steel City Series (27 page)

When he actually began to remove her clothing, she was reasonably sure she was red from head to toe as a combined result of excitement and blushing. As he stripped her bare, she tried to be helpful, twisting and turning in all the right ways, but was unable to keep her hands off him.

Instead, she pressed them against his shoulders, slid them up and down his chest and even explored the hard ridge straining the front of his jeans. That slowed his progress, but eventually she was naked on the bed.

His eyes glittered, somehow dark and light at once, and she could feel the weight of his gaze on her skin. Still, she didn’t waste any time in slipping her hands beneath his shirt, skimming over the firm surface beneath as she leaned in and upward.

She’d been wondering about the ink hidden by his clothing ever since she’d first met him. Slowing for the barest fraction of a second, she savored one last moment of suspense.

He stole the moment away and set her heart racing when he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

Karen sat frozen except for her hands, which she moved over his torso, tracing lines and spirals of ink with her fingertips, as if touching would help her take it all in faster.

Lots of ink had been hidden under his shirt, just like she’d imagined. The designs started beneath his collarbones, where two roses had been inked in permanent bloom on his chest, one on the inside of each shoulder. They were a vivid red that stood in contrast to his olive skin and the stark black ink that curled between each flower in a spiraling design, connecting them artfully. And below that…

She sucked in a breath as her gaze was drawn automatically to his abs, the ridges of which she’d previously felt, but never seen. Above the well-defined muscles was a line of looping black ink that cut across his ribs, forming script that said something in another language. Latin? She’d ask later, when she was capable of coherent thought beyond admiring his body.

He put an end to her silent study of his tattoos by unzipping his jeans. The sound of the metal teeth parting caused her core to tighten, and she stared as he stripped, tossing jeans and underwear aside.

He was fully hard, as had been obvious when he’d lain on top of her on the bed, driving her down into the mattress. He looked just as incredible as he’d felt then, and she couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch.

She let her fingers brush the smooth head of his cock before she wrapped them around his shaft, sighing as she slid her hand to the base and friction heated her hand.

He groaned and flexed his hips, sending his dick a little farther through her grip, so that her fingers rested in the almost-black hair that darkened his groin.

Every muscle inside Karen seemed to clench up, and an ache flared where she craved him, where he wasn’t – yet. She slid her hand up and down his shaft, the anticipation building with every stroke, with every hard rush of his breath.

He stopped her with a hand on her forearm, his fingers wrapped easily around her wrist. “I don’t—” he growled, cutting himself off with a sharp breath. “Fuck, Karen, I don’t have any protection.”

Even his grip on her wrist felt good. She let the pleasure of the simple touch flood through her as she considered his words and the scrape of frustration in his voice. “Oh.” Disappointment stole into her consciousness, and her heart slammed against her ribs in protest. Stop now? Every fiber of her being screamed in protest. “I forgot all about it, too.”

“I’ll go out and get some,” he said, letting go of her wrist and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll be back in a little while.” His voice dipped a little lower as he reached for his jeans.

Now it was her turn to place a hand on his arm. Summoning the courage, she did exactly that. “I’m on the pill. And uh, I know I don’t have any STIs.” They’d tested her at her last OBGYN appointment. She hadn’t slept with anyone since then – she’d been way too busy fantasizing about Jed to pay much attention to any other men.

He froze with his jeans gripped in both hands, going so still that his hard muscles felt like the stone of a statue beneath her hand. “Same here, but I don’t expect you to trust me so blindly. I can go out and buy condoms.”

She eyed his jeans, then the rigid form of his cock rising from his lap. It was hard to imagine him getting into his pants without being in pain, and then there was the agony of delayed gratification…

How could she not trust the man who’d tried to pay her more for her photography when she owed him so much, who’d been hesitant to go out with her in the first place because of the ludicrous idea that he wasn’t good enough for her? Hell, he’d apologized for taking advantage of her because of a single kiss. He wouldn’t lie to her, especially not about something so serious. “I trust you, Jed.”

“Still.” He didn’t continue dressing, but he didn’t drop his jeans, either.

Realization dawned on her, sending heat creeping into her cheeks. “If you don’t feel safe, we don’t have to go without protection. Maybe I could get tested again some other time, and share the results with you.”

“It’s not that. I believe you.”

“Then what is it?”

A moment of silence ticked by before his jeans finally fell to the floor with a muffled sound. “It’s nothing.”

For someone who’d been completely still for a full minute, he moved with amazing speed. He had his arms around her in an instant, and next thing she knew, he was pressing her down into the mattress again, only this time there was nothing between them.

Her pussy clenched as the weight of his embrace registered with her mind and body, blowing a few circuits somewhere in the sensory cortex of her brain. Her nipples were rock hard against his chest, and she could feel him breathe, feel his heart beat. His erection was between her thighs, the head brushing her already-slick skin, and it was hard to believe they were so close.

Though they were on the verge of finally being really, fully together, it didn’t happen as quickly as it could have. Instead of entering her, he drew back a little, lowering his head to her chest and mouthing the swell of one breast.

She trembled beneath him, then gasped when he finally closed his lips around the tip, sucking it deep into his mouth.

The pressure of his jaw against her flesh and the scrape of his facial hair against her skin made her arch against the bed, suddenly breathless.

He placed his hands on her breasts, squeezing and rubbing her other nipple with his fingertips, causing it to go just as hard as the one that was caught between his tongue and teeth. Ripples of pleasure raced up and down her spine, through her entire body, and she could barely breathe. When she did, she had to draw air in deep drafts, and still, it wasn’t enough.

When he stopped, she let her muscles go slack, lying flat against the mattress as she told herself that she really wasn’t melting, it just felt that way. In the wake of what he’d just done, her breasts felt heavy and her nipples hyper-sensitive – so much so that even the motion of him pulling his hands from them made her gasp.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, still on top of her but with his hands at her sides, resting on the comforter. “Jesus, I can hardly stand it.”

His words burrowed deep inside her mind, into a place where they’d stay forever – she’d never be able to forget him saying that. It was a thrill, but it also sent a pulse of shyness through her that nothing else had. The yin and yang of the effects left her feeling slightly giddy, and she focused on the feeling of his hard thighs between hers.

“Don’t look away.” He slipped a hand beneath her chin and exerted gentle pressure.

She let him guide her gaze back to his, and after a couple moments of stillness, he began to lower himself.

He didn’t break eye contact, just slid lower, until it was his shoulders against the insides of her thighs, not his legs. It was obvious what he was about to do, and she couldn’t find it in herself to say a word, encouraging or otherwise. Instead, she focused all her mental energy on steeling herself for it, on trying to figure out how she’d make it through without simply shattering as a result of the pleasure that was already rising up inside her.

He pressed his mouth to her pussy with the same abandon he’d shown her breasts. The heat and moisture of his tongue and lips against her folds was like something out of a dream, only better – better even than the most delicious daydreams she’d managed to come up with over the past few months, all starring Jed. As he dipped his tongue into her entrance, she arched against the bed again, thrusting her hips against his mouth.

In response, he dragged his tongue upward, over her swollen clit.

If she’d had her eyes open, she wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d seen stars. The contact was that shocking. At the same time, it was exactly what she’d expected – electricity and bliss all rolled up in one, with a sharp edge of desire that demanded, more, more, more…

When he gave her thigh a squeeze, she realized she’d whispered the request out loud.

The hair on his jaw was just coarse enough to make her skin pebble when it scraped against her pussy, teasing her where his tongue wasn’t. When he focused his attention on her clit, realization hit her hard – she was about to come. In Jed’s bed, with Jed’s mouth on her body and Jed’s shoulders between her thighs…

She glanced down at the span of his inked shoulders splitting her legs and a shudder of delight tore through her. He was so sexy it almost hurt to look at him, and this was only a partial view. Tension was wound tight in her core, and as her head spun and her gaze roved over the ink sprawled across his skin, it began to unravel.

She lost control at the exact moment he dragged his tongue upward over her clit, his jaw pressing into her folds below. He didn’t hold back, and neither did she – she couldn’t have, even if she’d wanted to – as her climax crashed down on her.

The muscles in her core tightened, loosened a little and tightened again, pulsing as she gasped, losing every last bit of air in her lungs. She couldn’t help writhing a little, but Jed held her steady with a hand on each thigh, working his tongue against her clit like getting her off was the only thing in the world he gave a damn about.

After a breathless peak, the ecstasy ebbed slowly, a less intense pleasure lingering in its place.

When he rose from between her thighs, he licked one shining-wet lip with the tip of his tongue as he met her eyes.

“That was amazing,” she barely managed to breathe.

A distinct light passed through his eyes, gone in a flash, and he leaned in, like he was going to settle between her thighs and finally take her in earnest.

She wanted that – she wanted it so badly she ached at the thought – but she wanted other things, too. Mainly, to do for Jed what he’d just done for her, or at least come as close as she could. He might not see them as equals yet, but she knew better and after the pleasure he’d just given her, it would be no easy task to outshine his generosity – or his skill – in bed.

Willing all of her energy into her jelly-like limbs, she pulled her legs under herself and scrambled into a kneeling position, stopping with her nose almost bumping his chest.

“What are you doing?” He looked down, head bowed as he knelt in front of her.

“Something I’ve been daydreaming about for six months,” she said, and lowered her head into his lap before the heat that rushed into her cheeks could manifest itself in a visible blush.

He drew in a sharp breath when she pressed her lips to the head of his cock, and his hands went immediately to her back.

A little sweet and a little salty, his skin was hot and velvet-smooth against the tip of her tongue as she prepared to take him in. First, she traced the ridge at the edge of the head of his dick, memorizing the broad curve of it before closing her lips around his shaft.

She hadn’t expected the pressure and bite of his hands in her hair, his fingers wrapped and tangled against her skull. The element of surprise made it that much hotter, and her pussy tightened as she squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on the feel and sound of him, on everything they were doing.