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  • Resist Me(Men of Inked #5)(17) by Chelle Bliss
  • She nodded and pulled back the blankets for me to climb in next to her.

    I slid across the stiff sheets that sounded more like paper than cotton as my body moved closer to her. I punched the pillow a couple of times, trying to find comfort in my limited amount of space, but it was useless with Izzy this close to me. My semi-hard dick had grown rock solid with her proximity.

    “James, will you hold me?” she asked, turning to me with those same doe eyes.

    “Always,” I said as I faced her, placing my front to her side. I rested my hard length against her thigh and saw her eyes grow wide before a small smile played on her lips.

    I couldn’t hide how attracted I was to her. I’d never had the capacity to turn off a hard-on. There was only one way to tame the beast, and she was currently at my mercy.

    Turning her face toward me, she stared in my eyes, and I could see emotion behind her wild sapphire eyes. As part of the agency, I’d been trained in reading emotion and knowing when someone lied during an interrogation. Izzy wasn’t hard to read, since I knew her personality from firsthand experience and Thomas’s stories.

    “Kiss me,” she blurted out, and bit her lip.

    “I thought you’d never ask.”

    There was nothing more I wanted in this world than to taste her again, but I wouldn’t get to taste all of her like I wanted. It would be an appetizer. Just enough to drive me mad and remind her of our night together.

    I leaned over, hovering just above her lips as I looked into her eyes. “Last chance,” I warned, waiting for her to respond.

    “I want you, James,” she whispered against my lips before moving her mouth to meet mine.

    Her mouth felt soft, and I craved to feel her lips wrapped around my dick, sucking me off and choking on my hardness. What started as gentle kiss turned hot and heavy as my need for her intensified. Leaning over, I held her face in my hand, resting my thumb against our mouths.

    She didn’t smell the same. The stench from the biker bar had almost washed out her perfume. I hadn’t been able to be near a woman who wore the same scent without growing hard.

    Her mouth was unforgettable. The way it moved across my skin, devouring my lips, and took all of me was something I could never wipe from my mind.

    She moaned as I swept my tongue against hers. I nipped her lips, drawing them into my mouth and sucking with enough pressure to cause them to be swollen tomorrow. I wanted her to remember where I’d been.

    Moving my hand away from her face, I let it fall to her neck, feeling her pulse race under my palm. What started as a plan had turned into something more, something that could swallow us whole and suck us in so deep we wouldn’t be able to turn back. She dug her nails into my back, scraping down, and rested her hand just above my ass.

    As she whimpered in my mouth, pushing her leg against my dick, I pulled back and looked at her. “You want me? “ I asked, resting my forehead against hers.

    Breathing raggedly, she swallowed and answered, “Yes,” as she slid her hand down to my ass and squeezed.

    I smirked, moving myself on top of her before taking her lips again. I captured her moans and tiny whimpers in my mouth as I pushed my c**k against her G-string, driving her closer to the edge.

    “James, my hand,” she whispered, grinding her pu**y against me. “Please. I want to touch you.”

    I was tempted to free her hand. I wanted to feel her fingers roam my skin and her fingernails scratch down my back, but I hadn’t been born yesterday.

    Sliding my tongue down her neck, I latched on to the sensitive spot near her collarbone. She cried out, flinching from the pressure of the bite. I fisted the thin scrap of lace she thought was underwear, ripped it from her skin, and tossed it on my floor.

    She sucked in a quick breath, pushing her hips into me. “Hand,” she whimpered.

    Hearing her beg made my dick harder than it had been before. I could feel her wetness against my length as I feasted on her skin. She was right where I wanted her—horny and ready to take all of me.

    Placing my hands on either side of her, I captured her lips, moving my hips to glide against her heat. I backed away, stared in her eyes, and pushed myself off her.

    As I stood, her eyes grew wide and she pulled at the restraints. “What the f**k?” she thundered.

    “I know your game, Izzy,” I replied as I walked toward my bed.

    She kicked the mattress and grunted. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Get your ass over here and finish what you started.”

    I smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, my c**k standing at attention, and looked at her. “You started it. You only want me to take off the handcuffs, and that shit ain’t happening.”

    “I wanted you, James.” She stilled in the bed and stared at the ceiling.

    “You’ll get me when you’re not trying to play me for a fool.”

    “I wasn’t,” she pleaded, closing her eyes and exhaling.

    “The next time you have me, you’ll be begging for it, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll give it to you.”

    “I won’t beg.”

    I smiled, fisting my shaft as I stroked the length. “I won’t f**k you again until you’re begging for me to f**k you. Fuck you like I did months ago.”

    She turned toward me, her eyes staring at my dick. “I won’t beg.”

    I continued to move my hands up and down, teasing myself just as much. “You. Will. Beg.”

    “You’re an ass**le. I’ve never begged a man for cock,” she said through gritted teeth with her body uncovered and on full display.

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