she lightly scrapes her nails down my inked skin. Her expression is dazed as she traces one of the designs, and that's even before she lifts up and presses a kiss to it. I groan and cup the back of her head as her lips start to travel across my chest. Her touch is like fire against my skin. It’s only when her eager hands drop down to my jeans that she stops kissing me. “Off, take them off,”
