Free Heart of a Tattooist: Dark Romance MC Club Alpha Bad Boy Obsession (Tattooist Series Book 3) by Lexy Timms

on the mattress. Every motion and movement brought his body into contact with hers. Every time their flesh met, little flares of need rocketed through her body.
    Her need intensified with every second, with every caress. His mouth met her neck and then her breasts, his teeth and tongue teasing her erect nipples into even stiffer points.
    His hand delved into the wetness between her legs and then his fingers slid inside her, his thumb pressing down hard on her clit. Cara had been alone for a long time, and the need for release was strong, so robust that she almost came just from the heated pressure and friction created by his fingers so deep inside her snug passageway.
    Mitch positioned himself above her. He groaned out, “The nightstand…” and she reached for a drawer. He tore open the condom with his teeth and unrolled it hastily.
    Her hips arched upward as he thrust into her, taking all of her body captive. Her eyes closed. Her heels dug into the mattress and her fingers twined around his as he withdrew and thrust again. He freed one hand and found the high standing ridge of her clit again, massaging it firmly.
    Waves of pleasure spiked and rolled through her body. Her eyes opened and closed and she panted heavily as she strained toward that high peak and the climax just beyond it.
    She reached it and toppled over. Moments later she felt the thick throbs of his climax deep within her walls.
    He strained for a moment, his entire body tight with the force of his passion, and then he slowly relaxed. He rained little kisses down on her face and neck, and she let her body go limp as his weight met her and settled onto her.
    Mitch stirred and withdrew slowly. He removed the condom and disposed of it then rolled back to her. His arms wrapped around her and held her tightly.
    They lay there, enjoying the mellow afterglow for a long moment.
    Cara finally spoke, “Mitch, I need you to know that I’m not promising you anything here.”
    He lifted his head to peer down at her face. “I don’t recall asking for promises. In fact, you strike me as the type to run like hell as soon as things get too serious. I sort of expect you to do the same as soon as I mention anything of the sort, so I’m intentionally not offering any either.”
    She stared at him. Thin anger surfaced. “Really? Is that what you think?”
    “It’s what I know,” he said softly. “It’s not an accusation or an insult. I don’t know why you run any time someone gets even slightly close, but I damn well know that you do.”
    The hell of it was that he was right. She did run when people got too close. Her anger dissolved and fear set in. How long would it be before she screwed up this thing too? She had messed up every other relationship she had ever been in, and she had no idea of how to stop doing that, how to stop running from people who cared about her.
    She’d had to run from them; from Mitch too. People lied. They went away and they never came back. They got bored or tired or broke their promises. She didn’t want to get hurt again; she had been hurt too often and too deep and she couldn’t take that again. She said, “I’ll concede that point.”
    His hand found hers. “This isn’t a war of words, Cara. I’m not trying to wound you, and I damn sure ain’t asking for surrender on your part.”
    Damn it! He confused her with every sentence. Did he have some kind of degree in picking apart her defenses and shredding them until she felt raw and vulnerable?
    It seemed so.
    And she really didn’t like it.
    She cleared her throat and said, “I just meant I don’t know how we can work this out. I have to work. I should go back to Key West…”
    “Is that what you want to do?”
    She swallowed hard. “Memphis and Nashville aren’t so very far apart, you know.”
    “True, but let’s face it, they have plenty of fish to fry right now. That bike club, I mean. They’re all landing in jail or shooting it out with pissed-off dealers they’ve