Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) - Crystal Kaswell Page 0,3
Her cheeks flush.
She's nervous.
"I... I did this last weekend." Her cheeks turn even more red. "Damn. This is scary. How do you strip on stage every night?"
"I know my strong suit."
She smiles, but it's quickly replaced by a nervous look. Slowly, she peels one hand off her chest. The other goes to the strap of her tank top and pulls it aside.
My exhale sucks up every drop of breath in my body.
There's ink on her chest. Three little words: Be Brave, Love.
The song I wrote for her, to tell her I loved her.
The song she begged me not to write.
A mirror of the tattoo I got for my uncle. Same place on her chest. Same font.
"I don't know that I've ever seen you speechless." Her voice lifts until it's confident. "I should get more tattoos."
My hand goes to her skin. I trace the lines with my fingers. My words are on her body. This connection between us is on her body.
It's forever.
The ink curves over the swell of her breast. It's outside her bra. It will be on display whenever she wears something low-cut.
I'll see it every time I get her naked.
I need her naked immediately.
"Let's go." I slide my hands to her waist. Again, I pull her body into mine. "I need to be inside you."
She laughs. "I'm holding the cards."
"You're always holding the cards."
She shakes her head. "No. I'm not. But right now, I have you exactly where I want you." She slides her hand over the neckline of my t-shirt. "It's intoxicating. Is this why you're obnoxious twenty-four seven?"
Blood is quickly fleeing my brain. Her hands on my skin do nothing to help the situation.
We're teasing. God knows, I love teasing her. "You don't find me charming?"
"You are charming." She smiles. "You're charming, and you're at my mercy."
"I'll rip off your clothes right here."
"Not in front of your uncle!"
"In the car."
"Let me see yours again." She tugs at my t-shirt.
I pull the garment low enough that she can see every tattoo on my chest. Her fingers go to her name—Megara—in thick black letters, then they're on the quote on my other pec. Be Brave, Live.
"People are going to think you're the world's biggest Sinful Serenade fan," I tease.
"I am." She looks up at me. "There's no one in the world who appreciates your mouth more than I do."
Damn, she's reveling in having the upper hand. Can't complain. She looks just as adorable drunk with power as she does blushing.
This is going to be a miserable drive. But it will be worth it. My place is forty minutes without traffic. Drew and Kara's place is closer. Twenty minutes. But it's only useful if they're out.
Damn, it's hard to concentrate with all my blood rushing to my cock. I could swear Drew said something about flying straight to San Francisco to visit with her family. But maybe that was Pete flying to New York to see Jess's family.
Meg laughs with glee. "You're at my mercy."
I stare into her brown eyes. "Was it the marriage proposal that gave it away?"
She bites her lip. "That helped."
Okay. Need enough blood in my brain to think of where I'm going to rip off her panties.
I take her hand and change the subject. "You get that ink by yourself?"
She smiles. "You won't believe me."
"Try me."
"Mom came with me."
"Susan went with you?"
"You have to call her Mom if we're getting married. She'll die of happiness. She adores you. She thinks you're a gentleman." Meg bites her lip. Her eyes bore into mine. "Do you like it?"
"I fucking love it." I plant a hard kiss on her lips. I'm tempted to pin her to the car right here. I need to show her how much I love the tattoo. How much I love every inch of her. "Now get in the car so I can have my way with you."
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Three minutes on the road, and I give up on getting to a house. Any house.
I need Meg naked immediately. I need her screaming my name as she comes.
I pull into the nearest hotel. It's a budget chain. Not as high class as the night of our engagement deserves, but I can't say I give a fuck about the setting at the moment.
Meg clears her throat. She's attempting confident and aloof, but with the way she's pressing her knees together and biting her lip, I know she's as desperate as I am.