Chapter 7

7

EMMA

C row is fascinating. I love the way his focus shifts from a conversation about marketing and his shop to the obvious lust that is hovering between us.

Is it possible for fire actually to flow through a person’s veins?

The second I nod, he lifts me onto the table, then slips off my shoes. A deep shiver runs through me. Are my pants next? Maybe I should be nervous, or question if something like that is too fast. But I don’t. Every single thing feels right with him.

I don’t really know what kind of relationship I’m even after, but it doesn’t matter. All that’s important is this moment as he spreads my knees, steps between them to hold me and kiss me, and literally takes my breath away.

In seconds my head is spinning. I can taste his hunger. I almost don’t notice when he untucks my shirt, but then I feel his fingertips fan across my lower back. “Your skin,” he groans. “I’ve had to touch a lot of women when I tattoo them. You have the softest skin I’ve ever felt.”

Strangely, the thought of him touching other women as part of his work doesn’t bother me. I know instinctively that he would be professional about it. I also already know in my heart that he would never look at another woman like this. He’s utterly infatuated.

He pulls my shirt over my head. “Stunning,” he grits out. I’m a bit thick through the middle, with round hips, a rounder ass, and substantial thighs that I jokingly like to say mean business . Crow stares at me as if he can’t believe I’m real. He clutches me against him, kissing along the top of my breasts that are barely contained by my wine-colored lace bra. I guess I was smart to bust out my best lingerie, just in case.

He unhooks it, carefully placing it with my shirt over another chair, his thumbs skimming over my nipples. “Gorgeous.” A curious smile slides across his perfect lips. “Emma, am I the first man to ever do this with you?”

He leans down, sucking my nipple into his mouth, while I gasp, “Y-yes.”

He switches to the other side, his quick hands caressing every inch of my skin. “Good,” he mutters assertively. Then his eyes meet mine. “And the last,” he barely breathes.

That sounds so possessive. As if he already thinks we have a shot of being together forever. The idea makes me melt. It’s positively insane for things to be moving so quickly, but I don’t care. My body craves his.

I would have never thought that my first time would be in the back of a tattoo shop, but hey – life is full of surprises.

Crow clutches me to him again, kissing me hard and deep until my fingers cramp from how hard I’m gripping his shoulders. Then he lays me back against the padded leather table, and I gasp. It’s chilly at first.

When he reaches for my waistband, my hips instinctively lift to help him pull my pants off. I don’t immediately realize that he takes my panties at the same time until my bare butt touches the leather.

“Holy fuck,” he mutters, so low I can barely hear him. “Look at you. You’re perfect.”

Standing at the side of the table, he leans in to kiss me again as his hand slowly skims along the top of my thigh. His fingertips angle inward, caressing my skin as my legs fall apart.

He stops barely an inch from the top of my legs, staring into my eyes. I give him a quick nod, reaching to pull him to me. He groans as his tongue enters my mouth. At the same time, the tips of his nimble fingers drag slowly along my pussy lips, exploring gently.

A tremor runs through me so hard that I’m sure he can feel it. His touch is waking up nerves that I didn’t know existed. My entire body is a live wire, humming more every time he touches me.

“Spread your legs for me, gorgeous.” His breathy growl touches something deep inside me.

My thighs drop completely open, my breath racing as his fingers explore deeper. Moisture coats my skin as he caresses me slowly. It’s thrilling to feel such a huge, powerful man being so gentle. When he breaks off our kiss again to stare down at his hand resting against my skin, I sneak a glance at the front of his jeans. Oh, damn. He’s hard. And looks big. Yet he makes no move to unzip, just focuses on me.

My skin ignites everywhere he touches me, rubbing slowly along every dip and fold before swirling across my now swollen clit. There’s a drawn-out sweep of pleasure that rushes through my body when he makes direct contact. “Oh wow. My gorgeous little Sparky likes that.” I stare at him as he gazes between my legs, studying me as if committing my body to memory.

I’ve never felt so treasured.

The second his thick middle finger slides into me, something low in my stomach tightens. I didn’t realize how empty I felt until he begins to fill me. And now… I want more. Need more. What’s it going to be like when he thrusts inside me?

I have the sudden urge to see him naked as well, and my hand starts to reach for his t-shirt. But then his thumb presses against my clit, sweeping back and forth in a light, almost tickling motion, and my hips lift up, thighs falling wider apart.

“That’s it,” he grins, hovering over me with a twinkle of mischief in his dark eyes. “Will you come for me while I kiss you, gorgeous?”

I barely have time to nod before he drops his head, kissing me hard with a growly moan that almost makes me unable to hear the sound of his finger pumping inside my slick pussy. I’m not exactly pinned by his huge bulk over me, but close, and I can imagine what it would feel like if we were both naked, on a real bed, with his thick cock instead of his fingers…

My body tightens around his, and I realize with a start I’m no longer in control. My soft moans and cries echo around the room as something releases within me and a climax tumbles through me. I’m utterly helpless, shaking like a leaf as Crow kisses me so hard and deep I never want him to stop.

After a few moments he pulls away, stroking my pussy a few more times before retracting his hand and sucking his middle finger clean, sending his eyes rolling back in his head. “Delicious. Every single thing about you is amazing.”

“And you…” Cupping his face with my palm, I don’t know what to say. He’s already touched me more than anyone has before. Not just physically, but… There’s something between us. Like our souls have been searching for each other forever and have just now found each other.

I don’t believe in the one . Never have. I’ve never bought into any of this “soulmate” stuff.

And yet, as Crow slowly slips my clothes back on just as sweetly as he took them off, I realize that this is a force more powerful than my fear.

Crow is the one.