The One That I Want (Scorned Women Society Book 3) by Piper Sheldon (e book reader android txt) 📕

As she sat back, I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my lap. She didn’t shrink back. She didn’t even blink. Her gaze went hazy as she studied me. She pushed her fingers through my hair and off my face. Her tongue slowly wet her lips.

I wrapped my fingers around her neck and into her wet hair, lowering her mouth to mine. She opened to me and her tongue slid in my mouth. I loved her tenacity. It might be one of my favorite things about her. I squeezed my eyes closed as relief washed over me. I would take whatever she would give me but I wanted it all.

We luxuriated in the taste of each other, taking turns to nip and suck and memorize. She shuddered in my arms. I ran my hand down an arm covered in goose bumps.

“You’re wet,” I said.

She raised an eyebrow. “Presumptuous.”

“Take off your shirt,” I demanded.

Her smile faded into a sultry pout. She sucked on a lip and kept her gaze locked on mine as she crossed her arms to pull the hem of her shirt up and off her head. It felt like the biggest test of will.

Will you hold my gaze when what you really want to see is inches below?

No sweat, I replied.

You just looked.

Shit.

I lifted a hand to fix her fringe as she always seemed very concerned it was in the right place. She smiled and nestled into my hand. My heart hammered in my chest. I held her against me. Her skin was damp and cool. I wrapped the towel around her, trapping the heat in until the car warmed and her shivering subsided. She was as content to luxuriate in this gift as I was. I kissed the top of her head and traced the art on her exposed shoulder with my hand.

“What’s the story with this one?” I whispered. “You told me that you would show them all. If ever there was a time …”

She hid her face into my chest.

“Are you ashamed of them?” I asked.

She pulled back and gave me a look of defiance. “No. I’m not.”

I followed the line from her shoulder, down her arm, past her exposed, perfect breast and to her rib cage. I preened watching the skin prickle and hearing her soft sigh.

“I think they’re beautiful. I love that they’re a part of you. Everything about you is beautiful.”

“You can’t say stuff like that,” she whispered, arching her back as I teased her. I grasped her lightly, gentle teasing as I weighed her breast and ran a thumb over the pebbled nipple.

“Why?” I asked before lowering to flick her with my tongue.

“Because when you talk like that, I forget that I can’t be falling in love with you.”

Roxy

Sanders held me close in the small space of my car. I was falling for him. But I wouldn’t worry about that now. I would only be here now.

“Roxy,” he whispered and nuzzled my chest. He cupped my breast and sucked on me, sending fire through me. I threw my head back and luxuriated in this moment. No worrying about the future. Take his advice and just breathe. Feel him. Feel this moment and stop worrying so damn much.

“I’m not sure why you would ever hide these. They’re beautiful.”

“I want to say thank you but I didn’t do them.”

“Your breasts? You kind of did.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “I thought you meant my tattoos.”

He winked. “I did. But in this case, it’s the medium that makes the art.” He licked a flower stem that climbed up my rib cage.

My pulse hammered at my throat. To be completely exposed. To have him see every inch. I was equal parts terrified and aroused. Could he feel that?

“I don’t know. I just associate them with a totally different life.”

His hand went to my chest. He had to feel how my heart pounded against his palm. He had to. “This person,” he said. “Dressed up. Dressed down. Young … old.” He swallowed. My blush grew. “Nothing else matters but this. Who you are. It’s you I—”

I kissed him. I wanted to hear the words but we weren’t ready. It was too soon.

We finally stopped to breathe. Panting in the soft music.

“This one?” he asked.

His finger gently touched the edge of a tattoo that started at my throat just above my collarbone. Most shirts covered it. But totally exposed like this, he saw it all.

“That was a long session. Five hours. I barely made it.”

“Jesus. Your pain threshold is insane.”

He had no idea. “It only really smarts at the end. Most of the time I can play on my phone through them. One time I started falling asleep. I find the sounds soothing.”

“Insane.” He leaned closer looking over every detail. A soft puff of his breath tickled the hair at my neck.

His hands moved all over my body. When he reached the ones on my hips, he tugged my shorts down.

“They’re beautiful. All of them.”

“It’s no butterfly tattoo,” I teased.

I was sprawled out on the seat, completely naked in front of him.

“You’re the most wonderful thing I have ever seen.”

I felt so vulnerable lying there in front of him. He was completely dressed and I was in a position I once promised myself I would never be in, and I was okay. I was more than okay. I was terribly aroused and happy.

And then it got worse. Better?

He began to slowly explore my entire body. His face following his finger, hot breaths caressing all over my skin. Every touch was agony and ecstasy. When I was near the brink of orgasm just by his touch alone, when he lay on top of me. Our bodies folded to fit in the car. The scratch of his clothes against my exposed flesh was almost too much. I felt wicked and sexy. I loved every second of it.

He swallowed with effort. “I love this.”

“Me too,” I said.

I was so lost in the moment I