Free Inked by Jenika Snow

his chest again and turned
her head so their lips broke apart. That had been a hard feat to do, but
gauging how thick he was coming on she felt this sting of disappointment move
through her. Maybe all he did want from her was some easy ass? Once more she
pushed at the wall of his chest, and fortunately he took a step back from her.
    “What’s wrong? Your tattoo okay
and healing good?” He looked down at her with this confused look on his
face, as if he genuinely didn’t understand why she was pushing him away.
    “Are you serious right now?”
    He knitted his brows and ran a hand over his jaw. It
looked like he hadn’t shaved since the last time she saw him. The scruffy look
suited him very well.
    “My tattoo is fine.”
    “Then why push me away?” He stepped forward again
and grinned. It was one of those smiles that probably had a lot of women dropping
their pants and underwear, turning around, and grabbing their ankles.
    “Cadeon, I’m serious. Stop.”
    He stopped and took several steps back, and knitted
his brows.
    “How can you come over here after what happened at
the shop—it’s only been two days—and act like I am just going to put out?” She
stared at him, expecting him to say something, but the seconds ticked by and
all he did was stare at her in return. “Don’t you think we should talk about
what in the hell happened?”
    He turned away from her and ran a hand over his
short dark hair. She heard him exhale, and wondered what he was thinking about.
    “You’re right. Jumping on you like that was a fucked
up thing to do.” He turned around, but he seemed really tense. “But look at
you.”
    She glanced down at herself.
    “You look really hot, and,
well…”
    She glanced up at him, and then looked at his
erection that made this massive bulge against the crotch of his pants.
    “I only have to look at you and I’m hard as steel.”
    A tingle settled between her thighs, but she pushed
the need to go to him and let him pound the hell out of her—because the look on
his face told her that was exactly what he wanted to do to her. They needed to
talk about this.
    “And we do need to talk, but when I look at you…”
When he lowered his eyes down the length of her body and brought them back up,
Stella had to force herself not to be the one to jump him. “I can’t control
myself. It may have only been two days, but Stella, fucking hell was it painful
not being with you.”
    Her heart thundered in her chest. Never had anyone
spoken to her so passionately, but she could tell in his voice that he wasn’t
just talking about sex. “Me, too, but I want to talk about what happened, and
what will—”
    “Happen?”
    She nodded when he finished her sentence. “Yeah. I mean…” She sighed and looked at her feet. “I just
want to know if what you said back at the shop was true.” She forced herself to
look in his face even though she felt way out of her element right now. She had
never had a conversation like this before, had never needed to. Having sex with
Cadeon—to her at least—wasn’t just something to pass the time. Of course there
had been this voice inside of her that said he was much older, more
experienced, and that being with him didn’t mean she was in any kind of
relationship. Then there was the situation with his connection with The Vicious
Bastards, and how if something more was to come out of them having sex, how in
the hell was she supposed to tell her father and the guys? Surely they would be
overly protective, like they always were, and she really didn’t want to have to
explain herself or her feelings. But that was a necessary evil, and she just
hoped that once they knew how she felt they would respect her feelings for
Cadeon and not kick his ass. But she was jumping the gun, because first they
had to have this conversation.
    “Come on, let’s sit down.” He turned and faced the
living room. When he looked at her over his shoulder and pointed to the couch
she