Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance)(134)
His tight t-shirt strains against his body. He’s a heavy guy; all muscle, whipcord tight. He said he was close to two-hundred pounds at six-two.
“You can’t just come into my place of work and harass me like this, Pierce. I thought we moved past this immature posturing.”
“Hey,” he says, feigning innocence. “I’m a client.”
“You’re not booked for today.”
“I want an unscheduled consultation.”
“On dick piercings?” I cry, slapping my thighs with frustration. “You’re really annoying the shit out of me, and Tina is going to be back from lunch at any moment. You’re going to get me in trouble!”
Pierce levels his eyes at me, except now they’ve gone hard. “You left this morning without saying bye. You were cold and distant all night last night.”
“And this is how you address that, is it?” I ask, scowling at him. I throw the tattoo machine down onto my equipment tray, and fold my arms across my chest. “You said we’d talk about it last night. You said we’d talk about what happened. Don’t you think we need to talk about it?”
He raises his eyebrows, challenging me. “It takes two to fuck, which is all you seemed to want to do.”
I feel my temperature rising. “I told you not to do that fight. I told you that you were getting mixed up with the wrong people. It was too close!”
Unbelievably, he just shrugs. He’s silently saying whatever.
“It would be nice if you took responsibility for once.”
“Responsibility?” he asks, eyes narrowing. “You know why I had to do that fight!”
“Right, of course. How could I forget? Look at you! You’re all fucked up.” I point at the eight stitches in the cut above his eye. I then look down at his foot. “They fucking shot you in the foot, Pierce. What the hell are you even doing walking around?”
“I’m fine.”
“Oh? Didn’t the doctor tell you to stay off your foot?”
“Fuck the doctors.”
“What about your fractured rib? All the bruises on your body? The black one on your thigh?”
“It’s not like you were worried about that last night.” He licks his lips. “While you were screaming my name… scratching my back.”
The image of his hot, sweaty body pressed up against mine, his hips thrusting into me, flashes through my mind. I scowl at him.
“You’re losing me, Pierce. I’m telling you, I’ve had it up to here. I’m ready to walk away.”
“No you’re not,” he says, and he gets up off the chair. It creaks and cracks again. He’s comes to me, closes the distance fast in just two hard strides.
I put my hands out, but he moves them aside, turns me around, and wraps me up from behind. He buries his nose into my neck and inhales.
“God, you smell sexy.”
I feel a pang of self-consciousness. The last time I showered was yesterday morning, and we got very sweaty the night before. If only I hadn’t overslept!
“Pierce…”
“Pen,” he says, and I don’t fail to notice his right hand sidling ever lower over my belly.
“Pierce,” I hiss. “Not here, not now!”
He takes my earlobe into his mouth, gives it a nibble. Goosebumps explode all over my body, and still his hand is creeping ever lower.
“Why not?” he asks. “There’s construction on the road. Traffic is bad. Tina won’t be back for a while.”
“Tina walks,” I say, my voice barely a whisper. “And she’ll fire me if she catches us. This is unhygienic.”
“Well, you can be pretty dirty.” Before I can reply, he lowers his voice, and says: “I need to taste you.”
“Pierce.”
“Right now. I’m going to make you come.”
Chapter Two
“No,” I say, but I find myself wrapping my hands behind me, around his ass. I squeeze, feeling firm, compact muscle.
He starts to plant soft kisses on the back of my neck. I can feel his warm breath, smell the leftover of a mint candy. It’s intimate, heady, and a part of me hates myself for not stopping this right now, right this moment.
I crane my neck to the side, let him kiss me more, let my eyes fall shut.
“Why do you do this?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer, but just keeps kissing me. I feel the dab of his tongue on my shoulder, then feel the press of his teeth.
“You smell so good,” he whispers. “Get up on that chair.”
“We can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Pierce…”
His finger dips beneath the elastic of my underwear. His huge hand is so warm, it leaves my skin aching and hot. Fingers thread through my pubic hair, and a ball of energy, pure longing, starts to grow in my gut.