Working Stiff(75)

His bare skin made his tattoos stand out even more abruptly. When her fingers traced over a tendril of tattooed flame over his ribs, the texture of the ink under his skin made her catch her breath.

The dark fire of his tattoos clung to his skin, starting in a swirl of flames around the nipple and flaring over his pec and burly chest. The ink formed a bird’s head that was almost just another sharp tongue of fire, but it had a peacock’s small fan on its head, an open eye, and crying beak. Black flames of the phoenix’s wing shot up and over his shoulder and spiraled down his muscled arm in a full sleeve. The flames ran down his rippled side, along his trim waist and the strong vee of his Adonis belt, and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.

Lord, the tattoos, his skin, the rounded and lean muscles roping over his body. She could just explore him with her fingertips for hours.

When she looked up at him, she knew her eyes were too wide, and her grin pulling at her face had to be absolutely gleeful.

Cash laughed and fell forward, catching himself on his elbows to kiss her deeply again. His tongue swirled with hers, and his body flexed above her.

Maybe that thing about having sex in the pitch dark last time had just been a kink. He didn’t seem shy at all right now. Maybe the dark had just been part of hot and dirty, and this time, she got to explore him.

She hoped that he didn’t want to turn off the lights. Rox really wanted to see what happened to those tattoos that ran down his side and seemed to trickle past his waistband and belt, and looking at the deep grooves between his hard abdominal muscles and the swells of his chest and arms was wonderful.

Cash reared up to stand on his knees again. His hand closed around her shoulder, and he lifted her.

He turned her over, the bedsheets warm on her stomach, and he nipped the back of her neck with his teeth. His hands were splayed on both sides of her, and his bare chest rubbed along her back on both sides of her spine like he was dipping down to bite her.

Did he only do it from behind?

Or only with her because she was—

She refused to think of any word other than curvy right now.

“Do you only do it this way?” she squeaked.

“What way?” He mouthed down her spine to her bra clasp and sat up, straddling her legs, to unhook it. The elastic released around her ribs.

“From behind,” she said.

“I like looking at you like this.” His hands molded her body, caressing her down her ribs and waist to her hips, and he cupped her naked ass with both hands under the swells of it. “And I like your behind a great deal.”

Rox pushed herself up to her elbows and turned to look at him.

A devilish half-smile curved his mouth while he stared at her ass. He looked up at her from under his eyelashes without lifting his head. “And then there’s how you look back at me over your shoulder with your lingerie falling off you. That’s delicious.”

He slid his arm under her waist and dragged her up to press against him, throwing her bra aside, and he lifted her boobs in his palms. Her plump boobs overflowed even his large hands. “And I can do this to you.”

Rox could not help herself and arched against him, raising her arms above her head and reaching back to him.

Cash smoothed his thumbs over her nipples with lazy strokes that made her whole body tighten. She gasped and held onto his neck, her eyes closed.

His low voice whispered near her ear, “And then there’s this.” He pushed her down, and she caught herself on her hands and knees. He stepped off the bed and held her hips, pivoting her butt around.

Rox’s eyes flew open. She glanced back at him, about to say something, and he parted her butt cheeks and smiled another one of those devilish, naughty grins that bunched up the bandage on his cheek.

If he was going to shove himself into her hard, she wasn’t quite ready yet, and he was a lot bigger than any other guy she’d ever had.

His head dipped.

Wet warmth pressed her clit, a long, slow swipe, and Rox grabbed onto the bedspread to hold on.

“Oh!” Rox felt like she couldn’t breathe but she couldn’t keep quiet, either.

He wound slow, lazy circles around her clit with the thick, flat part of his tongue, and then he pushed his mouth against her core, licking her deeply from her top to her center.

Rox’s arms started trembling. Every rub and thrust of his tongue inside her, licking roughly, shot through her. She rocked forward from his force but he pulled her back with his hands around her hips and sucked her clit.

Her arms collapsed and she fell forward, burying her face in the bed. The sheets cooled her cheeks.

As he plundered her with his tongue, her body began to compress, to knot inside.

Rox pushed with her arms, panting, “Cash!”