Free DeeperThanInk by M.A. Ellis Page A

neck had done crazy things to her insides. Little stomach
flutters that had instigated the heaviness that had settled in her pussy. And
if he teased her nipples once more without pinching them, Becca was going to do
it herself. Then what would he think?
    She pulled back, breaking their kiss to reach for the front
closure of her bra.
    “Not yet,” he said, moving her arms to her sides. “Keep them
there.”
    His firm tone made her body tense but she didn’t have time
to wonder about her response. His fingers struggled with the button of her
jeans and she sucked in her stomach, hoping it would help. Just as quickly, she
wondered how the hell he was going to get her pants off without a tug of war.
There wouldn’t be any unzipping and then those falling to the floor for her to
gracefully step out of. They were comfy but fit her like a glove.
    Button free and zipper down, Becca stared at his chest. Oh
my god, the man was gorgeous. She wanted to be equally sexy. If she’d had an
inkling that they were going to make love, she’d have planned accordingly.
Starting with matching underwear and jeans she didn’t have to lie down to get
out of.
    Panicked, she reached for the hem of Chad’s shirt and pulled
it upward, wiggling her hips in a vain attempt at loosening her jeans as she
lifted his shirt over his head. The two-second window of opportunity proved
useless and his hands immediately landed back on her waist. His thumbs hooked
the waistband and he tried to tug her jeans downward. She shimmied as best she
could but it wasn’t working.
    It was obvious that their first time wouldn’t include
sultriness on her part. Giving up any hope of sexy, Becca finally pushed Chad’s
hands away and worked the tight fabric downward herself. She turned to the side
for more room and kicked off her shoes, bending at the waist to push her jeans
completely off.
    Becca went to stand but his large palm covered the center of
her back, pushed her body lower.
    “Oh, baby,” he purred. His other palm traversed the span of
her ass with a touch so light and teasing it raised gooseflesh. He traced the
small triangle of fabric that made up the back of her coral-colored thong.
“This is perfect. You’re perfect. Don’t move.”
    His hands disappeared and Becca stayed as she was,
anticipation forcing a trickle of wetness from her body. Her pussy clenched
when his fingers returned. He caressed both her ass cheeks with slow circular
motions that brought his fingers closer to her labia with every pass. She
forgot about discomfort and lack of breath and leaned forward, offering Chad
more. He stopped, nowhere near where she wanted him to touch her, and squeezed
her ass. Flexing and releasing his fingers as if he were testing her flesh.
    He gripped her shoulder and in one smooth motion pulled her
upward and spun her toward the center of the bed. As her elbows hit the
comforter Becca looked over her shoulder and into his smoldering blue eyes,
realizing something he’d never shared. Chad Harrington was an ass man. She
smiled and feeling suddenly brazen, rocked her hips from side to side. It would
probably look hotter if she was wearing heels but a girl had to work with what
she had at hand.
    “That’s how it’s going to be, huh?” His words sounded harsh,
but a teasing glimmer had joined the heat of his gaze.
    His big hands closed around her waist then flipped her
quickly on her back. His fingers closed around her right ankle and he stretched
her wide, positioning her legs to ensure there was ample room to crawl between
her thighs. He gazed down at her with a look so intense she shifted her hips,
torn between trying to close her legs or opening them wider, a silent
invitation to how ready she was. He stared at her panties and she wondered if
the effect he was having on her was visible. If her dampness had marked the
thin silky fabric.
    But then his gaze began to roam, his eyes taking in her ink.
The flora. The grouping of stars. The mythical creatures