Her fingers are curled around the sides of the bed, knuckles white, and a crease has appeared right between her eyebrows. I swallow down the sting of her blatant discomfort and meet her stare. “I can get someone else—”
“—What?” Her laugh is a slow puff of air over my face, her smile curls her lip slightly higher at one side. “Do you really think I’d be any more comfortable letting your dad get up close and personal with my...” She shakes her head and swipes her bangs from her face. “Suck it up buttercup. You started, you finish.”
A chuckle rumbles from my throat. “What’s with the death grip then?” I nod to her fingers.
She clicks her tongue against her teeth and shakes her head, letting her hair fall forward over her shoulders in a shiny red curtain. “It’s nothing.”
“I thought we said no more lies.” There’s a roughness to my voice I’m not even sure I’ve heard before, and I instantly wish I’d just shut the fuck up and get to work.
“Fine. I was holding in a moan, okay? Itsbeenawhile and it’s you—your hands on my—”
I’m kissing her before her lips have a chance to stop moving. Sensation rushes up the back of my spine. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t push me away. Instead, her hands slide around my neck, and she smiles against my mouth before kissing me back. Before kissing me like she means it.
She breaks it on a breathless laugh, tugging my head back by my hair. “Don’t finish the tattoo.”
“Excuse me?” I press a kiss to her smile.
Her throaty laugh is enough to shoot most of the blood in my body south.
“Because...” She grabs my hand and guides it from her hip to her bared pussy and nips my chin with her teeth. Zero hesitation. “I want you to touch every part of me, every day, every way.”
Heat spreads through my chest and I don’t even try to stop my own grin from spreading across my face. “How many days is every day?”
“As many as it takes.” Her hand slides over my crotch as her lips press against mine in a long, slow, ball-trembling kiss. “But I like our odds.”
THE END