8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

~ Heath ~

T wo hours later and I couldn't recall the last time I enjoyed the company of a woman so much.I loved texting and talking with Tiff, she always had something to say and made me laugh. Our conversations never seemed to drag or fizzle out. Of course, I wanted to steer the conversation back to her naughty thoughts, but she wouldn't let me. Needless to say, it wasn't a surprise that time had flown while being with her.

The surprise, however, was the fact that I had been so wrapped up in this amazing lady, with her animated stories, that I hadn't noticed the storm brewing. And as the sky let out a bright flash, along with a loud rumble of thunder, I realized she had no way to get home.

Smart, Heath, smart.

Maybe I could offer her a ride in my limo? Then I could work on that secret she kept that made her flush. And, if I could, maybe find out if it was all over her body.

"Shit, it's pouring!"

"I'll take you home. My limo is ready, I just need to let him know to pick me up."

I laughed as she gave me a pointed look before rolling her eyes.

"Right.As if that doesn't scream fame."

I leaned over the table, unable to stop myself from whispering in her ear.

"If being alone with you gets you to share what had you panting, I'll gladly reveal myself." As I pulled back and laid my card down to pay the check, I couldn't help but enjoy the flush that crept up on her neck again. Oh, this was going to be a fun ride home.

When we were done, I stood, offering her my tattooed hand. She eyed it, swallowed hard, then finally took it. What the hell was so special about the damn tattoo? It was a piece I got when I was younger, something to appease my mom. Who, by the way, hated it; told me it was a pretty tattoo, but I shouldn't tattoo a rosary on me.

"Why do I feel like this might change the course of our relationship?" she questioned as I led her out to the awaiting vehicle.

"Because it might. It's just a ride." I held open the door for her, smirking at the innuendo I offered. Once she was in and settled, I climbed in, pointing to the mini-fridge. "Wine, champagne, water?"

"No thanks, can't do the other two, and I'm full of water."

"Wait, you don't drink wine?" I watched her as she shook her head. "How can you not?"

I gave him a dumbfounded look, having already explained this. Men! They forget some of the simplest of things. "Duh, remember, headache all the time. Don't like it."

"Right, you need the right one."

"Oh, so you got the right one, huh?" she taunted.

I slid across the seat and rested my hand along the back of it, causing her to turn and look at me.

"Trust me, baby, I got everything you need."

"Cheesy lines included."

"They might be, but that flush is back. So," I ran my right hand along her arm and brushed my fingertips over her collarbone, "what are those naughty thoughts that involve this hand and this tattoo?"

"I, um, it's just…."

"Yes, go on," I whispered, moving my hand upward to cup around her neck, causing her heart to pound. I could feel it against my arm and hell, it sent an SOS to my dick, making it jump.

"In me," she muttered, making me strain to hear it.

"In you?" I repeated. She nodded and I smirked. "I don't think it's in your mouth." I released her neck, enjoying her whimper but she shook her head. I slowly let my eyes trail over her, licking my lips, loving what I saw. Her eyes were dilated, her mouth was open, her chest was heaving, and I have no doubt… I stopped that thought, reaching instead to cup her pussy through her leggings, groaning at the heat. Yup, she was turned on.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, pushing herself against my hand even more.

"Let's see what other goodies I can find." I hauled her on my lap, her back against my chest, and pushed her leggings down, releasing my own groan at her lacy thong. "I like that goodie. But watch while I give you your fantasy."

I grabbed her chin while I forced her to watch as I ripped the material, ignoring her hiss at the burn, and slipped my finger inside, seeing the cross dip slowly into her dripping cunt.

Yeah, okay, that was fucking hot.

How I had never noticed was beyond me. But hell, if that damn image didn't ingrain itself on my brain and cause my dick to go from semi-hard to fucking rock-hard in a damn second. However, I wasn't sure I would want to try anything like this with anyone else.

"Fuck," she hissed, her breath catching. "It's so hot," she whimpered, just seeing the finger there.

"Damn fucking right, it is." I slowly pulled it out to push it back in, enjoying her gasp of pleasure, still watching the tattoo slip in and out. "It's making you so wet."

"I want to gush…all over it. Seeing it like that, just, shit." She twisted her lip, enjoying the pleasure.

"Focus.Watch as this tattoo, which is supposed to be a holy image, is pumping into your dripping pussy. Watch how your fucking juices just run over it." She shuddered. If it was from the image of my finger moving faster, those nasty words, or a combination of both, I wasn't sure. But holding her while I fingerfucked her and feeling that, was so beyond hot.

"Heath," she moaned, pushing her hips in time with my fingers and I slowed, causing her to pout. I pulled my finger out, her eyes watching my hand as it neared my lip and I slowly stuck it in my mouth, groaning at the heady taste of her.

Son of a bitch. That did not help my hard on, at all!

However, it made her pant even more. Then she did something I've never seen a female do before. She grabbed my hand, and then put my finger in her mouth. I watched, in utter fascination as she moaned once, and then slowly pulled it out. With a smirk, she took my hand, moving it back down to her center, and we both watched as she pushed it inside.

"I could get used to that view," she cried, twisting her hips. Fucking hell, I could too. I really could.

"I need to feel you coat me, baby," I whispered, nipping at her ear. "But don't you dare close your eyes." I slid another finger into her as my thumb pushed against her clit. I fucked her faster, holding onto her neck to make sure she watched the show.

"Fuck, oh fuck, I'm so there," she screamed, right as she gushed all over my fingers, coating the tattoo in her juices.

Goddamn!I can never look at the tattoo the same way again.

She grabbed my hand, licking the tattoo fingers clean, and smirked.

"I taste better when sin and naughtiness are involved."

Fuck me.

That would be an epic line to have in a song. Yup, the muse was in full force right now. I was so lost for this girl and didn't even see how it happened.