I ran my fingers over his biceps and across his chest. He pressed his hand over mine, locking it against his heart, and stared into my eyes. The tattoo there intrigued me. Or more so, his reaction to me touching it did.
He reached behind his head and tugged his shirt up and off. I ran my finger over a tiny blackbird. “Does this tattoo mean anything?”
“Maybe.” He smiled.
“Well, maybe one day you can tell me.”
“Yeah. Maybe.”
“Or else I’m going to get a cryptic tattoo and not tell you what it means.”
“You? With a tattoo?” His adorable grin damn near did me in.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that? I could get one.”
“You could, but I don’t think you would.”
“Huh. Well, guess we’ll see about that.” I narrowed my eyes and pursed my lips.
“You realize you look about as fierce as a kitten right now.” He ran his thumb over my lips then brought his mouth to mine. His hand moved down my side until he found mine. He pulled it up and interlocked our fingers.
I shifted under him and the full weight of his body came down on me. With my leg wrapped around him, I urged him over. He rolled onto his back, and I sat on top of him. “I’m getting a tattoo.”
He bit his lip, probably to hide his laughter, then said, “I look forward to seeing it.” His gaze burned a trail down my body. “Maybe I should go with you when you get it.”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Are you going to get a kitten tattoo?”
“Yeah, with some hearts and maybe a rainbow. You should get a matching one since, you know, those are all your favorite things.”
In one quick motion, he sat up and looped his arms under mine, sliding his hands along my shoulder blades. “Brinley Dawson, you, by far, are my most favorite thing.”
I crossed my legs at the ankle behind him and leaned my forehead against his. “Well, just imagine when you get me with kittens, hearts and rainbows.”
His deep laugh reverberated in my chest and I smiled. With a slow kiss, he ran his tongue over my top lip, then he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth as his arms tightened around me. One hand went to my hair and slid between the strands, fanning them over my shoulder.
“You’re kind of my favorite thing right now too,” I whispered against his lips.
He pulled back and stared into my eyes. His thumb brushed down the side of my cheek as he traced my jaw with his hand and in that moment my heart pretty much burst.
I was falling in love with Ryder Briggs. And that scared me.
I quieted those thoughts, knowing it was too soon, and once I had time to rationalize what was happening, I’d probably figure out it was just some sort of weird emotional reaction to him being my first.
With my hands on his shoulders, I guided him back. His head lay propped on the pillow as I lifted onto my knees and unbuttoned my jeans. He brushed his thumb across my belly button and his eyes glazed over.
I scooted off of him and tugged my jeans down. His gaze never left me as I wriggled out of them. Once I got to my bra and panties, I slid the button of his jeans open. His stomach tightened, adding further definition to his perfect abs as my palm grazed against him. With a finger threaded in a belt loop on each side, I pulled down his pants. He raised himself and helped me ease them off.
With my knee on the mattress, I slid my other leg over to straddle him.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked.
I nodded and leaned forward, pressing our bodies together. He rolled and laid me back. He ran kisses down my chest and over my bra. The heat of his mouth burned through the thin fabric but he made no move to remove it. He kissed lower, running a trail along my abdomen, then slowly made his way back up. This time he tugged my bra down slightly and licked a slow circle around my nipple.
I moaned and he exhaled but moved his mouth up and away from where I really wanted him. He licked my neck and my head swirled. Heat blazed through my body and I wriggled, trying to position him better between my legs. Just as he pressed into me, he shifted and ran kisses over my chest again but this time his hand followed. He cupped one breast and teased at the other. His hand lowered into my panties and he slid his finger between my thighs. His tongue made another slow circle, finally coming to a stop on my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth at the same moment he plunged his finger inside, claiming me in both places.
With a moan, I bucked my hips. The heel of his hand rubbed against me. Something resembling his name slipped out of my mouth, encouraging him. He moved his tongue in little flicks over my nipple, then he planted an open-mouth kiss with gentle pressure. My hand dropped to his boxers and I ran it along his hardness. Groaning, he pushed against my palm.