Rock With Me(91)
“Me too, but it was only one day.”
“Missed you anyway.” He kisses his way over to the other side and sucks my earlobe, grazes my jawline with his teeth and settles in to kiss me stupid.
His hand brushes down my ribs and between us to cup my center.
“You’re so wet, baby.”
A finger slips inside me, his thumb brushes my nub, and I gasp. “Want you.”
“Mmm…” He agrees. “Do you know how amazing you are?”
I can’t even think at the moment. “If this is a pop-quiz, I’ll take the zero ‘cause I don’t remember my name right now.”
He chuckles and bites my lower lip, brushes my hair from my face, and continues to drive me crazy with his fingers. I gasp when he adds another finger, my toes curl and I push my pelvis against him.
“You amaze me,” he whispers. “Come.” He bites my chin, pushes my clit with his thumb, and I see stars, clenching his fingers tightly, moaning and shaking under him.
And he’s not even inside me yet.
He pulls his fingers out of me and sucks them clean, his eyes laughing down at me. “You’re delicious, sunshine.”
I just grin as he grips both my hands in his, linking our fingers, and pulls them over my head as he rears back and sinks inside me, quick and hard.
“Ah, shit,” I mutter and strain against his hands, but he holds me strong, his gray eyes pinning me in his gaze, and pumping into me, over and over, harder and harder. His breath is coming hard and fast, and finally he clenches his eyes shut and lets go, shuddering as he spills himself inside me.
“Love you,” he whispers and kisses me softly.
“Love you back.”
He kisses me once again and then lifts off me, pulls out and staggers off the bed to walk into the bathroom to clean up.
I watch him leave, happily admiring his tight ass, when his shoulder catches my eye.
“What the hell is that?” I demand and pull myself off the bed. He reappears in the doorway, wiping his hands on a towel.
“A tattoo,” he replies.
I roll my eyes. “Clearly. When did you get it? You didn’t have it when you left last night.”
“I got it this morning. Kat got me in early.”
“Kat?” I frown and then my eyes go wide. “That Kat?”
“I know people.” He turns to walk back into the bathroom and I follow him, inspecting the new ink in the mirror.
It’s spectacular in the light. It’s a yellow and orange sun, outlined in black. The rays look like they’re moving in a riot of color. Surrounding it, and between the rays, is a vibrant blue, like a blue sky.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathe. “I hope I didn’t hurt it when I hugged you.”
“I’m fine.” He smiles. “She did a great job.”
I can’t look away from it.
“The blue is your eyes,” he murmurs and turns to me, cupping my face in his hands.
“You put permanent ink on you that reminds you of me?”
He frowns for a moment and then sighs. “Yes.”
“Is it okay if that freaks me out a little?”
“Yes.” He laughs and nods.
“Good, ‘cause it freaks me out a little.” I look at it in the mirror again and warmth spreads through me, knowing that he wants something of me on him, but at the same time, it’s a big commitment.
“Tell me why you’re freaked out.” He’s watching me closely.
“It’s permanent,” I whisper and he just nods, waiting for me to continue. “Shit, Leo, it’s more permanent than a ring.”
His eyes narrow. “Trust me, when I get a ring on your finger, it’ll be there permanently.”
When he gets a ring on my finger?!
“Leo.” I begin and pull out of his arms. “I thought we were on the same page. I’m not interested in having a ring on my finger.”
“What are you talking about?” he scowls.
“You said that marriage doesn’t interest you. It doesn’t me either.” I shake my head and cross my arms over my chest. “We can be committed to each other without rings on our fingers.”
“Samantha, I was a different man then.” He props his hands on his hips, just over his low-hanging jeans and boxers. “Meeting you, falling for you, has changed that. You’re mine.”
“Yes, so you keep reminding me. Often.”
“Because apparently you need the reminder. You’ve marked me, and this tat is me showing the world that I’m yours, permanently.”
I continue to scowl at him, but holy shit, he’s mine. Permanently.
“Leo, I am committed to you, but marriage…”
“Jesus Christ,” He interrupts. “It’s not like I’m down on one knee with a ring.”