Free Gravity (Artistic Pricks Ink Book 1) by Cat Mason Page A

shout, pointing behind her. “He is a big one.”
    “Fuck!” She screams leaping onto me. Her arms and legs wrapping around me, hanging on for dear life. “Get it! Oh my God, get it!”
    “I think you already did, Dollface.” Turning our bodies so that she can see, I point to the now very dead Wolf spider on the kitchen floor. “Looks like the mop did him in.”
    “You’re sure it’s dead?” She asks, closing her eyes tightly.
    “Pretty sure if the mop didn’t kill him, your screaming gave him a damn heart attack,” I reply, knowing I was damn close to stroking out myself.
    Burying her face in my neck she shudders. Her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Oh God,” she says, damned close to hyperventilating. Two words and my dick goes stone hard.
    The air in the room changes. It pops and crackles around us making it hard to catch my breath. Kionna’s breathing hitches in her throat and I know she feels it too. Pulling back, she looks into my eyes, the deep brown heating. All of a sudden it’s so hot in here I can’t stand it, everything is spinning. It’s all too much. It’s the same feeling I got when we were Mom’s basement earlier.
    Unable to fight it, I slide my hand behind her neck and slam my mouth to hers. Kissing her again has been all I have been able to think about all night. I’ve never been a fan of just kissing, but fuck if I don’t want to kiss her lips all night long. Thankfully, Mitch was there to help fix her car because my concentration was shit. Boy, did he know it too. He gave me shit the entire time and loved every minute of it too.
    Asshole.
    Ki’s fingers slide up into my hair, tugging on the ends, grounding me to the here and now. Our lips and tongues move together, devouring each other. My free hand slides beneath her ass, making her moan into my mouth. That only causes me to do it again, greedy to hear that noise again.
    Stumbling back, I slide down the wall until my ass hits the tile floor. My mouth never leaves hers. My hands slide along her body, hungrily running along the curves that feel so goddamn right pressed against me. Ki straddles me; my steel hard cock throbbing as she rocks her ass against it, making me hate the denim between our bodies right now.
    “Luke,” she moans and I nearly blow my wad in my fucking pants. Gripping her ass, I urge her to move faster. The friction our bodies make has my entire body buzzing. My thighs jump up with every roll of her hips.
    Fuck, that’s amazing.
    “Mmm,” She moans, breaking the kiss to nip along my jaw. Her lips move down my throat toward the collar of my t-shirt.
    My head falls back against the wall and Ki takes advantage of the better angle. She nips with her teeth before running her tongue along the hollow of my throat, driving me insane. “Damn, you’re making me crazy,” I moan, sliding my hands underneath the back of her shirt, needing to feel her bare skin under my hands.
    Reaching down Ki pulls her shirt over her head, the wet fabric falling behind her to the floor with a slap that echoes loudly. Brushing her hair over her shoulders, my fingers trace the cups of her bra. My fingers run along the edges of the lace, teasingly skimming along her soft skin. Her nipples are already hardening against the barely there lace, giving me just a peek of what is beneath. I am dying to taste her skin. I want to take her to bed and spend hours figuring out every way to make her scream my name.
    “Luke,” Ki whispers, tipping up my chin with her fingers. The look on her face stops me in my tracks. Her body may be all fired up for me, but her head isn’t in the right place. Indecision couldn’t be clearer if it were written on her forehead in bright red marker. “I’m sorry,” she exhales before burying her face in my chest.
    “There’s nothing to be sorry for,” I reply, reigning myself in. “This is the last thing I was expecting to happen tonight when I brought you your car. Not that I’m complaining.”
    Pulling