More Than Meets the Ink by Elle Aycart Read Free Book Online

have you too. If you’re as good as you say you are, that is.”
    He offered her a cocky grin. “Oh, I am, sweetheart, I am.”
    She was on board; he could have her body, not her mind or her time, and that was great. Up until now, that had been the perfect scenario, the one he’d gone for with all his women. Now for some inexplicable reason, this win-win situation pissed him off. Whatever; he’d take what he could get. He didn’t need a relationship either. That door had closed years ago, the day he signed the divorce papers, in fact.
    He reached for her and dragged her face to his. He wanted to ravish her. Kiss her all over, make her come again, and then bury himself deep in her. Damn, this truck wasn’t big enough for all the things he had in mind. As she placed her hand on his groin and palmed him, he groaned and ground his hips into her, his mind going completely blank. He was forgetting something, something damn important. Never mind. He gripped her ass, pushing himself against her and dipping into her mouth.
    As she began working the zipper, she asked, “Um, do you have protection?”
    Fuck, that’s what he was forgetting, his damned no-sex-in-Florida rule. “I don’t. Do you?”
    She shook her head. Of course she didn’t. Just his luck.
    “You mean you don’t have condoms right here with you, or you don’t have them at all?” she questioned him.
    Not here, not at his dad’s condo. The closest condom was a ten-minute ride away. Hell! “Not at all. I never bring condoms when I come to visit my dad,” he said, breathing hard, throwing his head back and trying to run away from her enticing smell. He could barely think as it was. With a huge effort, he peeled his fingers from her. Damn his stupid no-sex-in-Eternal Sun Resort rule. Who knew it would come back to bite him on the ass.
    Tate stared at him suspiciously, one eyebrow cocking up. “How come you don’t bring condoms when you come to visit? Or is it that your kind doesn’t use latex at all?”
    His kind? Which kind was that, the brain-dead one? That ticked him off. “Come on, how stupid do you really think I am, uh? Of course I use protection; I’m quite fanatical about it.”
    “Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.” She looked contrite. Maybe she didn’t think so little of him after all. “So then why don’t you bring condoms along to Florida? You know, they are legal here…”
    He rolled his eyes at her. “This is a senior community, Tate. The eligible women here are a bit outside my generation.”
    She laughed. “Well, I know that, but what about all those wonderful granddaughters like Tessa?”
    He was shaking his head before she even got to finish the sentence. “No sex with them either. It’s a rule of mine. My dad lives here; any involvement would be too complicated in the long run. Until now, I’ve been religiously avoiding complications.”
    “Until now?”
    “Until now,” he repeated. He didn’t give a flying fuck about complications now. He needed to be inside her—the sooner the better. He wanted to charge to the next drugstore, but by the time they had the fucking condoms, the moment would be gone. Poof. Lost. Tate would build her barriers and leave him outside with his dick in his hand leaking like a pathetic motherfucker. Unable to resist her, he sank his hands into her hair and pulled her in for a kiss. He may not be able to fuck her, but damn if he couldn’t work her up to another of those sexy orgasms.
    As he began unbuttoning her jeans, she stiffened and grabbed his hands. “Forget it. We can’t—”
    “I know I can’t take you. But that doesn’t mean I can’t pleasure you.” He’d like that very much.
    “And what about you?”
    “What about me, babe? You let me worry about that.”
    She didn’t look totally convinced but slowly let go of his wrists, and he finished unbuttoning her jeans. Her breathing quickened as he slid his hand down and delved his fingers under her panties.
    Silky, soft skin.