Free Surrender of a Tattooist: Obsessive Dark Romance Alpha Bad Boy (Tattooist Series Book 2) by Lexy Timms Page A

half rack of ribs. She chuckled and made herself a vegan hot dog, and ate it while wandering through the crowd.
    Cliff waited until she was done talking to a few people and caught her by the hand. He led her out onto the concrete apron of the pool and pulled her into his embrace. He moved slowly, keeping time to the slow beat coming from the radio. The way his body moved was exciting, and she could feel the hard thrust of his cock against her lower belly. His hands rested on her back, and his fingers spread along her shoulders and then they moved lower.
    His fingers pressed into the hard knobs of her spine, loosening the tension there. Her head rested against his shoulder, and their bodies swayed and met and moved apart.
    It was slow and sensual, and she forgot that there were so many other people there. It was just her and him, and the sound of the music. The cool air filled her nose and she sighed softly as his body met hers again, bringing the feel of his cock back to her.
    He growled, “I want you.”
    She could barely breathe. “I want you too. But…”
    He broke off their dance. The yard was dark now and many people had moved indoors. Yellow rectangles of light filled the yard, and they skirted them as they headed for a low wall.
    “What are we doing?” she whispered.
    “Going over the wall, of course.” He took her hand and the crossed the low stone wall. The canyon stretched far below and she stared at the edge of it. Cliff pointed to the city far below and she stared down at the lights, entranced by the sight. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
    She nodded. “Stunning.” She glanced at him before turning her attention back to the city below.
    Cliff stood watching her. “So are you.”
    She turned her head and their lips met. The grass waved softly around their legs as they fell into it. Pixie looked at the steep lip of the canyon a mere foot from her shoulder, and fear mingled with the pleasure that rose up as his hands slid under her top, cool against the heated skin of her belly.
    His mouth came back down on hers and her lips parted for his tongue. His fingers found her breasts and he lifted the top so that he could put his mouth to the erect peaks.
    Her hands found her shorts and she yanked them down. He got his own clothes off and they were naked under the stars and in the wind. The rough grass pushed against her back and legs and she whimpered as his fingers found the heated center of her body and stroked the engorged bud of her clit, making her shake as the tingling sensations he enticed from her spread in long radiating waves from her middle upward and lower.
    Her inner folds clenched and opened, and she moaned as his fingers slipped into her body, two of them and then withdrew. Her cries grew louder but he smothered them with his mouth.
    From the mountain beyond a mountain lion screamed, and she shuddered. Cliff’s head moved lower, creating a trail of fire as he moved between her legs. His tongue massaged her clit in a maddening way and she thrust her hips upward, her fingers scrabbling for purchase in the thick tufts of dirt and grass. “Now, Cliff. I want you now.”
    He moved upward again. His body covered hers. Above his head stars shone down. His body thrust into hers. Her core clenched, and juices flowed from her body and heated as he slipped in and out of her.
    Cliff whispered, “Fuck! You feel so good.” His teeth met her neck and shoulders, taking her ever closer to a climax. Her toes curled, and she buried her face in his shoulder as he continued to thrust in and out of her until she was shaking all over and crying out his name in a soft little whispers.
    His cock slid along her tight inner passage, creating heat that swept all up along her nerve endings and back down. Her hands locked around his ass and she pulled him closer, her nails digging deep into his flesh.
    He worked faster and harder. Her eyes rolled back and clenched tight as she came so hard that her juices poured from her