Free DeeperThanInk by M.A. Ellis

long for you.”
    Chad turned and carried her toward his bedroom, looking
between her flushed face and the path he needed to traverse.
    “I ache too. Touching you is ten times more exciting than
dreaming about you.” Her admission made his chest swell.
    She trailed her fingertips along his temples then teasingly
brushed the tips of his ears. His cock surged. He wanted her feathery touch
there.
    He reached the side of his king-size bed and lowered Becca
to the floor, keeping their bodies touching.
    “We didn’t have to wait this long,” he said, pulling the
bottom of her tank top from her jeans and straight up her body and over her
head. She wore a silky purple bra with tiny white dots on it. He reached out
and ran his fingers back and forth against the edge, loving the way her breasts
rose and fell with each breath she took.
    “Yes we did,” she said softly, grabbing his wrists. “If we
hadn’t, it would have fucked things up.”
    He shifted his hands, stroking just his index fingers
downward along the inside of her bra until his knuckles were pressed against her
cleavage. He curled his fingers around the little band of fabric that connected
each cup of material.
    “Let go of my wrists, Becca.” He couldn’t wait to discover
what she liked. Little flicks or teasing pinches. His balls tightened at the
thought and he reminded himself once more to take things slow or risk a
less-than-shining outcome. This wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. Not by a
long shot.
    Becca was waging a war with herself, he could see it right
there on her upturned face. He moved his outer two fingers and brushed her hard
nipples. She sucked in a breath, brows furrowing as if she were in pain. And
maybe she was. Maybe she was aching just as much as he was.
    “I knew your eyes got really green when you’re excited, but
they’re even darker now, Bec.” He released the fabric he’d been holding and ran
his palms up her arms. Using his thumbs, he hooked the straps of her bra and
slowly eased them downward. The grip she had on his wrists lessened but she
didn’t let go.
    “The same shade as the ones on the Foo dog at Chen’s
Garden.” He held her gaze. Didn’t look down at the tempting curve of her
breasts.
    “I thought those were red,” she whispered softly. “Like
demon eyes.”
    Chad leaned in and placed his lips on her right shoulder.
Her skin was smooth and a light vanilla scent lingered there. He explored
slowly, kissing her from one shoulder to the next. She jerked when he reached
her collarbone and he stopped, licking the taste of her from his lips.
    “They’re natural emeralds, Becca.”
    “Weird,” she replied. Then finally let go of his wrists.
    Chad smiled and placed a light kiss in the hollow of her
throat. “I knew, with you, it wasn’t going to be simple moans and groans and
‘fuck me now’.”
    Her hands were suddenly cradling his head and she forced him
to look her square in the eye. Her action took him by surprise. So did the
glimmer of worry that crossed her face so quickly other men may not have
noticed it at all.
    “Is that what you want?” she asked, the determined tone in
her voice a contradiction to the look she had failed to mask.
    Chad held back his response. Just long enough for her to
recognize he did so to emphasize the importance of his answer. “I want you,
Becca. In all your Chatty Cathy glory. I always have.”
    “Always?” She tilted her head, the way she did when she was
getting ready to call bullshit, but he wasn’t about to let her go there.
    “Always,” he replied, and sealed the truth with another long
kiss.
     
    Becca could get used to this. Chad’s mouth ravaging hers,
the bulge of his cock pressed against her mound.
    He was going to rock in the sack, she knew it.
    Right. Now we’re going to pretend this is about pure
fuckability. Nothing else. Like the fact he just told you he’s always wanted
you.
    Want. Becca knew more than a little about that. Just his
lips kissing her