Inked Obsession (Montgomery Ink Fort Collins #2) - Carrie Ann Ryan Page 0,50

I asked.

She was silent for a moment, and I was afraid we’d made an even larger mistake than I thought at first. “I just…I need you. Can you be what I need for the night? Can I be the same for you?” Her voice was steady after that first tumble, and she sounded like the Eliza I knew. And yet…

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered, my voice low.

“You’re not going to hurt me. Not if we both understand what this is.”

I laughed softly, my hands running through her hair. So soft, so amazing. “And what is that?” I asked.

She looked at me, her eyes dark, full of the same need I felt. “Just you and me. For the night.”

“I don’t want to be too much. I don’t want to take advantage.”

“I want this, Beckett. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t ask for it.”

Her eyes were clear, her intent evident. And I knew that this might be a mistake, but it was one I was willing to make. There was something here, something I couldn’t quite pull away from. I needed this. And so did she. I kissed her again, and she groaned, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“Do you think the rest of the hotel across the way can see us right now?” she whispered against me as my hands slowly slid down her hips to grip her.

“Maybe. Should we take this inside?” I asked, my voice low. Rough. “We’ll take this slow,” I whispered, “We’ll stop whenever you want to.”

“And what about you?” she asked, her hands sliding down my sides. “We can stop if you want this to end, as well.”

“Eliza? I don’t think I want this to end.” Then I kissed her again.

There weren’t many words after that, I didn’t think. I just wanted her taste, her touch, the little sounds she made when I kissed her. The bed was decently far away, and I knew those heels had to be hurting her feet after all this time. So, I reached down and picked her up. She let out a squeal and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Your back,” she exclaimed.

“I think I can handle you,” I said before kissing her again. I carried her into the bedroom part of the suite—the double set of doors on the other end from where we had entered.

“Beckett…” she whispered.

“I’m here,” I said as I slowly set her feet on the floor.

I kissed her again, my hands slowly running over her body.

And when my fingers brushed along the tie at her side, her mouth parted, a sharp little gasp slipping out of her mouth. Her hand went to mine, and I froze. Then she kissed me harder before helping me untie her dress. It draped open as if it were made for that, and I swallowed hard, looking my fill. Her breasts were large, covered by a lacy bra that only lifted them higher. I could see her dusky pink nipples through the lace and licked my lips, my cock impossibly hard. Her hips flared out, her belly soft, and the rest of her was barely covered in a tiny scrap of black lace.

“Eliza,” I breathed.

“It’s been a long time,” she said, and I looked up as she bit her lip. “I think it’s been even longer since anyone but, well, you know who saw me naked.”

“He doesn’t have to be in this room,” I said, knowing that tonight was important. This was her first time since her husband, and damn it, I knew I should go away. I should stop. She didn’t want to, and neither did I. Meaning I would make this work. I would be sweet.

“Just tell me how you like it,” I whispered as I ran my thumb over her bottom lip.

She slowly sucked the digit into her mouth, and I groaned, my cock pressing hard against my zipper. “I think you’re doing a really good job so far.”

“I think I can do better than good.”

I ran my knuckle along the slope of her breast, and she shivered, her skin pebbling. I gently grazed her other breast over her lace-covered nipple, and then the skin between them, moving over her belly. When I turned my wrist and cupped her heat, I found her already wet, her core hot, and I knew she ached. She groaned, her head falling back as my thumb slid out of her mouth. I slowly reached around and cupped the back of her head as I gently tapped her over