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

be intimate, but he knew there was no way she’d go for it now. Nothing to do but grit his teeth and beat the urge down.
    “Good night there,” someone called out to them.
    The intrusion startled her into breaking the kiss. A couple, Mr. and Mrs. Thorncape if he was correct, was waving at them from afar. Damn, the normally deserted parking lot was worse than a fucking Fourth of July parade today.
    Without breaking their embrace, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard. “You know how they say old people lose hearing and sight as they grow older?” She nodded in amusement. “A total lie, I assure you. Come on, sweetheart; I’ll walk you home.”
    Tate offered him the sweetest of smiles as they fell quietly into step.
    “So that you know, I am not giving up on you.”
    “You aren’t?”
    “No, I am not. You agreed to a hot fling, remember? That includes bouts of steamy sex. And I’ve never had a wicked pirate princess in my bed before. I can’t wait to debauch her.”
    She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Yeah right, like I’m going to believe I’m your first waxed, pierced pussy.”
    God, she didn’t say that. She didn’t, did she ? At her words, his cock got even harder, throbbing in agony, straining against his jeans, begging to be released. He’d have to beat it into submission if he intended to pee anytime this century. Concentrating on walking without injuring himself, he shook his head. “Yes, you are, at least with such an innocent face. I’m not as wild as you think. I’m pretty much a traditionalist.”
    She gave him another of those yeah-right looks but remained silent.
    On her doorstep, he kissed her again, deep, making his point clear. Tomorrow he’d be better prepared, and she wasn’t escaping him. Before he could finish, the porch light turned on, bathing them with bright light. Tate scurried away from him with an ironic smile on her lips as her mom harrumphed from the window.
    Jesus Christ, this fucking community was damn hard on a guy’s nerves, not to mention a guy’s cock. This was going to be worse than being back in Catholic school.

Chapter Three
     
    The barbecue was delicious, the company great, and her mom was smiling. Well, she did frown every time her gaze strayed to Mr. Bowen, but other than that, she seemed to be having a great time. Tate sure was. James had pulled her to his side as soon as they’d arrived, and had that cat-eating-the-canary look on his face again. It was a bit unnerving. She wasn’t escaping him today, that much was certain. Tate knew she’d been miraculously saved by the bell the other night, and yesterday too, as they’d had people tagging along all day, and during the night they’d got dragged into playing bingo until the wee hours. James had been a great sport about it all, ready to go along with any activity those crazy seniors pushed them into, always finding an opening to joke with her and touch her.
    Today it was going to be another story altogether. That predatory glint in his eye was an unspoken promise. Scary too. And the worst thing was she could hardly wait. After all the lectures she’d given Elle about her poor choices, about hooking up with the wrong men, here she was, salivating after that sexy piece of tattooed ass—rubbing her hands at the prospect of sampling it. How stupid was that? But this was different, she assured herself; there was no danger here, her heart was safely tucked away, she was after vacation fun and sex. No love, no commitment or long-term anything. James was…hormonal relief—fucking material.
    She’d dressed for the occasion; a teeny-weeny summer dress that encased her boobs, making them look bigger, which, given their sad B-cup condition, was welcome. The skirt was short, well above her knees, and it was loose, floating all over her thighs and her not-so-small ass. She’d bought the dress because it was damn sexy in an innocent, understated sort of way. She’d worn it once, for a company