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|Without Me(Men of Inked #7) by Chelle Bliss|
“I’m sure Candy could use one right now,” she sneered.
“You have.” She burst into laughter again.
“Smartass,” I growled.
I brushed my fingertips down the top of her arm. Her skin did feel like silk. My eyes hadn’t betrayed me. Now that my hands were satisfied, I wanted to run my tongue along it and see if it tasted as I had imagined. It had to. It fucking had to.
“What are you doing?” she asked as she looked down at my hand, which was still touching hers as goose bumps covered her skin.
“And that would be?”
“Seeing if you felt it too.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
As my hand moved back up her arm, I grazed her breast. She sucked in a breath. I had her. She could deny it all she wanted, but she wanted me. All the sass and bullshit coming out of her mouth was just talk. Her body couldn’t hide what she truly felt.
“Kitty,” I whispered, moving my face closer to hers. “Tell me you don’t feel it.”
“I don’t,” she replied, her eyes growing wider the closer I got.
“You don’t?” I asked as I hovered over her lips.
I gave her a quick kiss.
“And this?” I asked as I gave her another peck. “Or that?”
The third time I placed my lips on hers, I kept them there. Her breathing changed as her mouth molded to mine. After sliding my hand up her arm, I held her neck and swiped my thumb along her jaw line.
The taste of the alcohol on her lips mixed with her gloss made my mouth water. Maybe it was all in my head, but I wanted her more than I had ever wanted another thing in my life. I licked at the seam of her lips as she kissed me, begging for entrance. Surprisingly, she accepted, parting her lips and allowing entry.
The tiny victory made me happy. Out of all of my previous conquests, none of them had given me a greater sense of satisfaction than that moment with Kitty.
When she finally touched me, resting her hand on my forearm, I felt the spark ignite something inside me. The kiss had sizzled, but another connection, her reciprocating my touch, caused a detonation of tiny shocks across my entire body.
I had to have her.
I wouldn’t accept no for an answer.
Nothing would make me stop until I had her at least once.
As she squeezed my arm, my cock roared to life. The ache grew unbearable with each swipe of my tongue and her grip on my arm. When I finally pulled my mouth away from hers, she whispered, “Fuck.”
My work here was done. Even though she thought I was an asshole, she felt it too. She couldn’t deny it any longer. Her mouth could move, but she’d be feeding me lines of bullshit.
“You felt it.” I smiled, keeping my hand on her neck.
She didn’t try to detach herself from me as her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me—really looked at me. For the first time tonight, her eyes were soft.
“I can’t,” she replied, and averted her eyes.
“Kitty, you can’t say that after what you just felt, what I just felt.” I shook my head, tightening my grip on her neck. “I’ve never experienced that before with anyone. You can’t shut me out.”
Her hand moved away from my arm like I had just burned her. “I just can’t.” She pushed on my chest with both hands, trying to put distance between us.
“Why not?” I asked, ready to argue the point. I wasn’t going to allow her to give up that easily.
“Let me go,” she demanded, shoving me away.
“Kitty,” I begged, trying to keep our connection. “Please.”
“Get your hands off my damn sister!” a deep voice yelled from behind her.
I froze and peered over her shoulder. Fuck. Just what I didn’t need. A brother. A big brother. A brother brother. Not like “hey, man, this is my brother,” but “hey, this is my big-ass brother and he’s going to kick your white-boy ass.”
“I’m not going to say it again. Get your hands off Maxine. She asked you nicely to let her go, but I’m not going to be so damn kind.”
“Maxine?” I asked, finally learning her name, although it wasn’t the way I had wanted to hear it.
“Please let me go,” she insisted with tears in her eyes.
I stared at her, not liking that I had caused her distress. “Okay, man, but only because she asked and not you.” I released my hand, letting her move away.
She scurried out of my reach.
“Let’s get you home, Max,” he said to her.
Max. She had a tough name. It fit her perfectly. This couldn’t be the end. I didn’t want it to be. There was no way in hell I’d let her out of here without at least getting her phone number.
“Max,” I said, holding out my hand to her. “See me again?”
Before she could answer, her brother stepped between us. He was at least six inches taller than I was. He was a beast. He’d give any of my brothers a run for their money, but I’d never been a pussy. I never backed down from a fight. Hell, I’d thrown punches over small shit. Max was worth the risk.
“She doesn’t want anything to do with you,” he stated as he stared down at me.
“I think she can answer for herself,” I replied, moving into his personal space.
“Denzel,” she said, placing her hand on his arm. “Let’s just go.”