Page 659 of The Tempted
And she was mine.
I sat her down on the foot of the bed and took a step backwards.
“We’ll talk,” I started, shrugging my leather jacket off. “We’ll talk until there is nothing left to say but not now.”
She unzipped her jacket and drew the sleeves down her arms.
“Not now,” she agreed.
“I need a quick shower,” I groaned, staring at her mouth as she wet her lips with her tongue.
“Go,” she ordered. “You have five minutes.”
I let out a laugh as she pulled out the rubber band that was holding her hair back, letting her hair fall in waves around her face.
“Blackie, you keep staring at me like that and I’ll take your five minutes away. The only reason I’m even agreeing to it is because I know you’re probably dying to take a shower in your own house.”
“Lots of things I’m dying to do, girl,” I hissed, reaching behind me and pulling my shirt over my head. “Got a lot of time to make up for.”
“Shower. Now.” She demanded, pointing her finger toward the bathroom, then her eyes zeroed in on my chest and her hand dropped. “When did you get that?” she asked, stood from the bed and walked over to me.
I glanced down at my chest and ran my fingers over the music notes that covered my left pec.
“Before I went away,” I revealed, dropping my hands to my jeans and continued to undress, drawing the zipper down.
She stepped closer, brushing away my hands and forcing them to my sides.
“Why music notes?” she asked as traced the ink on my chest.
“To remind me of a dance I had with the girl I love…,” I dipped my eyes to the tattoo. “…to a song I never knew existed until she asked me to dance with her.”
“Leather and lace,” she whispered, lifting her eyes to mine.
“Love you, Lace,” I murmured, bending my head to cover her mouth with mine.
It took all the self-control I could muster up inside of me to pull away from her, knowing when I let myself take her there would be no end in sight.
She moaned as my teeth grazed her lower lip.
“Blackie.”
“Five minutes,” I promised, releasing her lip before I turned around and walked straight into the bathroom.
“Three!” She shouted from behind the door.
I laughed as I turned on the water and took the quickest shower of my life. Tomorrow I’d take one for an hour and enjoy the little things like showering in the comfort of my own house and not a fucking federal prison.
Tonight, I’d enjoy the bigger things, like fucking my girl, making up for every night I couldn’t.
I opened the door and walked into the bedroom, stopping dead in my tracks when I spotted Lacey in the middle of the bed wearing nothing but a sheet tucked under her arms.
“You were longer than five minutes,” she pointed out, cocking her head to the side as her hair fell over one shoulder.
“We got all night, girl,” I said, walking toward the bed. “All night, every night, forever.”
She smiled as she raised herself up on her knees, hugging the sheet over her breasts.
“Lose the towel,” she ordered.
