The Harder He Falls: 2 (So Inked) (10 page)

He settled his hand on her hip, each finger pressing against her through the silk firebrand hot. His thumb rubbed little circles.

“This is going to be the same hardwood floor as in the first two rooms. Actually, the whole house is going to have hardwood. I’m thinking about knocking out that back wall and extending it, or pulling those widows out and installing bay windows, and doing a really sick paving stone patio out back.”

She watched his face, noting the way color tinged his cheeks, how he used his free hand to gesture. It was clear he enjoyed working with his hands. Now if only she could get that focus on her anatomy, the evening would be perfect.

“Where did you learn to do all this? Did you used to work in construction?”

He shook his head. “For a little while, but I started building stuff when I was in the Marines.”

“Marines, huh?”

His expression grew shuttered and he dropped his hand from her hip. “Yeah.”

Well, that wasn’t what she’d wanted. She turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She didn’t often coax her lovers, but she’d try. “So what next?”

“The garage and laundry room are that way.” He jerked his head toward the door beyond the kitchen and settled his hands on her hips again. “And a bathroom and guest bedroom or office is that way.”

She ran her fingers over the close-cropped hair on the base of his skull. “This is a big place.”

His blue eyes were focused on her now. “Yeah, but it didn’t need a lot of work. Just some cosmetics, new appliances and I’ll be able to flip it.”

As fascinating as his hobby was, she’d come to fuck. Lifting up on the balls of her feet, Kellie kissed him lightly, drawing him into the kiss and backing away when he leaned into it.

“Tease,” he growled out and swiped her hand when she backed farther away. “Come on, the rest of the tour awaits.”

She followed him back to the main set of stairs and let him lead her to the second floor. This house and Quin did not match. The people who lived in a place like this were families, lots of people who filled it to bursting at the seams. He was a one-bedroom apartment full of pizza boxes kind of guy.

“I’m done with it up here.” He flipped on a light at the top of the stairs. The smell of paint and wood mingled together with the fragrance of fresh linen. Doors lined the hallway. He paused at each, telling her about a hole in the wall here, or a carpet so gross in one room he’d nearly puked when ripping it out.

Unlike the first floor, the upstairs was partially furnished. One room had a futon and TV, another a desk and mini fridge. All in all, it was impressive.

“And this is the master suite.” He stood at her back and pushed the door open.

“Whatever do you do here?” She smirked over her shoulder and sauntered in.

Quin stood in the doorway and watched Kellie take in the master suite. Already he was kicking himself for bringing her here. He hadn’t thought about the state of the first floor or how the house appeared. It wasn’t the dump it had been, but it left a lot to be desired. Besides the inspector and the two guys who’d helped him with the bigger projects, he hadn’t allowed anyone else in yet.

She turned and faced him, hands on her hips and a secretive, sensual expression on her face. The wrap dress plunged between her breasts and the wide sash drew attention to her trim figure. The abbreviated hemline made her already long legs seem unending.

A cherry tree tattoo wrapped up her left leg, spilling blossoms down her thigh and shin. There was a single flower on the top of her foot, as if it had fallen there. Her right leg was noticeably bare of ink. He wanted to discover all of her tattoos, study them with his mouth and hands. That would take a weekend at least.

Her hands rose to the sticks holding her hair coiled to her head and plucked them out, sending her hair cascading around her shoulders and spilling down her back. She dropped the chopsticks on the dresser. He should do something, go to her, touch or kiss her. Instead, he stood in the doorway, unable to look away from the woman who slowly sauntered toward him.

Kellie didn’t tackle him this time. She didn’t wrestle or try to wrench a submission out of him. Gone was the fighter from before, here was a temptress. Blood rushed to his dick.

“You come home after your job and work on the house?”

It took him a moment to comprehend the sultry words.

“Uh, yeah.”

Her fingers caressed the sash across her stomach, one hand trailing down the ties hanging from one side.

In contrast to her slow, sensual glide, Quin lurched toward her, all clumsy feet and greedy eyes.

She reached for him, one hand fisting his shirt and the other splayed across his chest. “You smell like soap.”

“I took a shower after I got home.”

“Nice to know. Because I was coming over?” She peeled his shirt up and he lifted his arms, allowing her to strip it off.

“Yeah, I was sweaty and gross.” He needed to say something sexy, something she’d like, but all he could think of was, “Hot damn.”

She squeezed his cock through the nylon shorts. “You like that?”

“Hell yes.” He reached for her but she stepped back. He reined in the urge to capture her, curious about what his temptress would do next.

Kellie pulled one of the ties and the sash went slack. The front of her dress gaped, exposing the swell of her breasts. The woman had a body made from his fantasies, all curves and hard muscle.

Kellie pulled the sash away and his mouth dried. The dress hung open, revealing bare skin beneath. His eyes widened as he realized that under the silk, she wasn’t wearing a thing except what she’d been born in and ink. Lots of ink.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“It’s not my tongue I want you to have, doll.”

With a shimmy of her shoulders, the garment rippled down her arms. She stepped closer and hooked her thumbs in his shorts. “I wonder what it is you want to give me.”

Before he could form a coherent thought or even touch her, she sank to her knees and took his shorts with her. Her hands rose to feather over the jut of his hips, tracing the lines from his pelvis to his groin. Instead of touching his stiff cock, she trailed her hands down his thighs.

He finally got control of his thoughts enough to reach for her. He pushed his fingers through her hair. The softness startled him. He didn’t recall having touched it last time.

“Are you going to suck my dick?”

One brow rose. “If I feel like it.”

“Do you?” he rasped out.

Instead of answering, she leaned forward and planted an open-mouthed kiss on the head of his cock. Her tongue flicked over the slit and zeroed in on the most sensitive spot. He groaned and tightened his hold on her hair.

“Fuck, do that again.” He applied a little pressure on the back of her head, and this time she took him in her mouth, caressing the underside with her tongue. Her teeth lightly scored him, reminding him that this woman had more than claws.

Her hands were divided. One fisted the base of his cock while the other massaged his balls. The tips of her fingers followed the crease back to the skin seldom remembered. She rubbed her thumb there as she sucked. Warmth enveloped his cock from the inside out, and sensation from her touch had him rocking up on his toes, driving deeper into her.

The moment was passing him by. He leaned back and stared down at the woman at his feet. The light made her hair glint blue-black. Her bangs obscured her eyes, but the rest he could see. Her hand and mouth worked in tandem on his cock, finding those places that made him groan. Her breasts swayed as she moved. He wanted to touch them, roll the tight peaks between his fingers and make her scream, but she held him prisoner instead. When she leaned forward, he could see the baleful glare of a creature tattooed on her back. He’d have to investigate that. Later. Much later.

His spine tingled and he knew he was close. He pulled her hair and she glared up at him, her lips wet and swollen. He grabbed her by the wrists and hauled her to her feet.

“My turn.”

He slung her over his shoulder as if he were a caveman. Her laughter followed them to the bed, where he tipped forward and let her bounce back on the mattress before following her down, pressing her into the comforter with his weight.

Their hands interlaced as he kissed her.

“Stay right here,” he said against her lips.

“Or what?”

He slapped her hip only for the sound of flesh on flesh.

Her eyes sparkled and a smile he wasn’t acquainted with pulled at her lips—something carefree and happy. It eased the sharpness of her features and made her beautiful in a way he wanted to touch and hold.

“Are you going to try to spank me if I don’t?”

The sound of her voice broke through his trance. He swooped down and sucked on her breast. Her hands clenched the sides of his head. He switched to the other one, giving it the same attention.

“If you’re lucky, hell yeah I’ll spank you.”

“If I let you.”

“You’ll want me to.”

He silenced her with a touch. One caress of his fingers against her core, already drenched with desire. Kellie’s back arched and her legs moved restlessly as he positioned himself between her thighs.

At the hotel, he hadn’t touched her, tasted her. It had been a frenzied battle for dominance and the scratching of an itch.

“What do you want me to do, doll?”

“Mmm, kiss the pussy.”

Caught by surprise, he laughed. Kellie looked down her body, her arms stretched out above her head, and smiled at him. She lifted one foot and put it on the bed at his side. She didn’t try to shield herself or act shy because she wasn’t. Confidence oozed from every pore.

Lowering his gaze to the neatly trimmed patch of hair between her legs, his attention was snagged by something else. Something that didn’t quite belong there. Tilting his head to the side, he laughed. And because she’d asked, he pressed a kiss to the outline of a pussycat tattooed on her inner thigh.

Kellie reached down and ran her fingers through Quin’s hair as he nuzzled her inner leg, pressing little kisses to the tattoo. It never failed to amuse her how her partners reacted to the bit of ink.

Without warning, his focus changed. He licked the length of her slit, startling a strangled moan from her lips. She felt him chuckle against her but she was focused on the feel of his hands parting her.

“Since you never said which pussy, I’m going to take that as an invitation.”

“Mm-hm.”

He pressed light kisses along her sensitive skin. Teasing touches that made her want to fuck. She rolled her hips, moving against him, urging him to touch her pussy.

“Quin,” she growled, fisting a handful of his hair.

His response was a rumble against her clit, right before he gently abraded it with his teeth. Caught unaware, she grunted and would have jerked away but he held her in place, demonstrating just how powerful he was.

The pleasure and near pain of it had her eyes rolling back in her head. He sucked on her clit and thrust two thick fingers into her. Her thighs clenched automatically, hugging him closer, though she wasn’t quite sure that was where she wanted him with those teeth. Her breath came in short, frantic pants and the muscles in her lower abdomen flashed alternately warm and tight.

The whisper of his teeth sent her over the edge. Her body exploded in a riot of sensation jumping between her synapses. Release shot through her as her body bowed off the bed and Quin’s hold on her gentled, easing her through the orgasm, drawing it out while she came down off the peak.

While she was gathering her wits, feeling as if her body were sinking through the mattress, Quin crawled up to lay next to her. They were lucky he had a king-sized bed that allowed for sprawling every which way or else one of them would have probably fallen off. The thought elicited a chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?”

She turned to her side and hooked one leg over his hip. “The size of your,” she kissed the tip of his nose, “bed.”

He glanced at the headboard that lay parallel to their bodies and lifted a shoulder. “All right.”

“Come here.” She stretched her arms up and over his shoulders, pulling him close enough for a kiss.

He dug a hand into her hair while the other splayed at the small of her back. He brought her closer with the strength in one arm so that their chests were pressed together. His cock nudged her. With a thrust of his hips, be brought his stiff flesh against her, sliding his length through her folds, stimulating already sensitive areas.

He overwhelmed her, robbing her of choices or decisions, giving her pleasure. She slid her hand between them and cupped his balls, rolling them in her hand and paying attention to the crease between. He’d reacted to that the first time and he didn’t disappoint this time. His kiss was more demanding, his teeth scoring her skin, nipping her lips.

His hips drew back and the head of his cock notched against her.

“I want to fuck you. Now.”

“Condom.” She put a hand to his chest, ready to walk out now if he pushed it.