The Devil's Tattoo (21 page)

Easing up on his knees, he rolled on a condom and I watched his
every move enraptured. Hovering over my opening, he slid just inside and
it was consuming. My fingernails pressed into his back and he thrust forward,
burying himself deep.

"Fuck, Zoe," he gasped, resting his forehead against
mine.

"When I stand on stage tomorrow night," I breathed hard,
"I want to feel where you've been."

His eyes betrayed the effect I had on him and he pulled back
agonisingly
slow until his tip was the only thing left,
then slammed back into me, making me cry out.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, my voice wavering. "Again."

Right then, he would have done anything I'd asked him to and I
would have done anything he wanted. He pulled out and thrust again, this time
setting up a rhythm, quick, but encompassing. Every time he pushed in, he
buried deep, pressing hard against my clit.

His forearms rested either side of my head and his eyes never left
mine. He wanted to see the effect he had on me and I wanted to see his
expression when he came undone inside me. I wanted the most intimate part of
him. I wanted to take it whether he wanted to give it to me or not.

He pushed hard into me and stopped, flexing and swirling his hips,
sending a sharp bolt of desire through me. It was too much and I let out a loud
groan, my fingernails biting into his skin.

"I want to be on top," I said. "I want to watch you."

Will moaned against my lips and I knew he liked what I'd said. He
rolled us over and cool air kissed my back. Pulling my body away, I felt the
angle deepen him
inside me and a shiver splintered through my
body
. I tightened around him and he moaned, hands grasping my hips. As I
began to move, he helped, grinding up to meet me.

"You're so deep," I gasped, throwing my head back, hair
spilling down my back.

Reaching up, he covered my breasts with his hands, kneading and
pinching, my entire body pricking with the building orgasm inside me.

"I'm close," I panted, my hands over his.

Suddenly, I was on my back again and he was over me, eyes wild.
"I'm going to fuck you now and I'm not going to stop until you're
screaming my name."

That was all the warning he gave me before he let go of the last
shred of his control and began pounding into me, hard and fast.

"Yes," I gasped, as the promise of what was coming
swelled with each thrust of his hips.

I
spasmed
around him, my muscles
clenching tight as the most mind splitting orgasm I'd ever had in my entire
life crashed over me. It kept going and going as he fucked me harder and with a
grunt he came inside me, prolonging the euphoric feeling of compete sexual release.

I was hardly aware that I'd called out his name over and over,
gasping for air, clawing into his skin, sweat rolling off our bodies.

He collapsed against me, breathing hard, his hot sticky skin
against mine as he captured my lips in a soft, wet kiss. What I'd just felt was
so complete and consuming, my eyes drooped and my hands fell away from his
back.

"God, Zoe," Will
gasped
,
pulling out.

It didn't register when he rolled away and went into the bathroom,
but when he came back, he pulled me against him, cupping a tender breast with a
shaking hand.

Turning my head, I gazed into his eyes, committing to memory every
little fleck of grey, every hue of blue.

"Zoe? Say something. You're making me nervous."

There was only one thing I could think of saying right now.
"I just had the most amazing orgasm of my life."

His lips curved into a wicked grin. "You say all the right
things."

CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX

ZOE

As my eyes eased open, I didn't understand why I was so hot. When
a body shifted against mine, memories from the previous night came flooding
back. Will's arm was flung over my waist and his legs were tangled through
mine. Smiling, I traced the
black panther
on his
forearm and settled my hand over his.

"Hey," he murmured, his arms tightening around me.

"Hey."

"Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah." I rolled over to face him, my fingers tracing
his jaw, our legs tangling together.

"I could get used to this," he smiled sleepily, his hand
running over my bare ass. His hair was wild from sleep and sex and I found my
hand running through it, untangling. Touching him was the most natural thing in
the world now.

"I feel like I already know you," I whispered.

He pressed his lips against my forehead, making me sigh. "So
do I. I know how to make you come," he silenced my gasp with a small kiss
on the side of my mouth, "I know where you like my hands." Another
kiss. "But, I don't know your
favourite
colour
."

I laughed at his stupid statement. "Isn't it obvious?"

"No."

"It's black, of course. It's all I wear."

"Black isn't a
colour
," he
argued.

"I'll have you know that black is all
colours
mixed into one."

"Really?"

"No idea," I bit my lip in amusement.

"No really, do you have a
favourite
colour
?"

"I guess if I had to do a
colour
,
it'd be blue."

"When's your birthday?" he asked, like he was starting a
game of twenty questions.

"I don't like birthdays," I declared, screwing up my
nose.

"What? Not even for the presents?" he laughed.

"Nope."

"Well, mines in January. Mark it in your calendar, because I
love presents."

The fact that he was talking about us in future tense warmed my
heart. "Just missed it. How old were you?"

"Twenty-seven."

"So, I'm dating a silver fox, then."

"Hey," he squeezed my hip. "I'm not that old."

"Brothers and sisters?"

He shook his head.

"Me neither."

"
Favourite
movie?"

"Oh, that's a tough one. The Bourne Identity."

"Really?" he asked, surprised.

"I like action movies," I shrugged. "Yours?"

"Fight Club."

"Oh, I liked the book."

His eyes crinkled in the corners as a smile crept onto his face.

"What?"

"I told you we'd have more in common that music."

"When did you say that?"

"I didn't, I can see it written all over your face."

"Am I that transparent?" I joked, biting my bottom lip.

"No," he sighed, running a hand over my ass, down my
thigh, pulling my leg around his waist. "You're guarded so much, I have a
hard time knowing what you want."

I pressed up against his chest, my hands running across his jaw
and into his hair. Our lips brushed together, but neither of us moved to
capture.

"Did someone hurt you?" he asked with such sincerity, I
knew he wasn't talking about emotions. "Because I know about hurt, Zoe. I
want to make it better."

I pulled away, my eyes searching his. Suddenly, I can't see
anything but his words. "What do you mean, you know about hurt?"

He frowned, his eyes falling away and I knew he was holding
something back, too.

"Will?"

"I just want to take care of you." He cupped my face
with a hand like I was something delicate and his lips found mine. He kissed me
with such devotion and tenderness, any worry I had melted away. His hand left
my face and brushed the length of my arm. "What's that scar
from?" he asked, running fingers along the length of it.

I moved my arm between us, resting a palm against his chest over
his tattoo, so he couldn't touch it. "I broke my arm."

"But..."

"It didn't heal properly, so it had to have surgery. I have a
metal pin stuck in it. They love me at airport security."

He seemed to get that I was edging around the question, so he let
it drop, but not before sighing.

"What?" I asked, scowling.

"It's not a very clean surgical scar."

"Well, that's what happened." I went to roll over away
from him, but a strong arm circled around my waist.

"I didn't mean anything by it,
Zo
,"
he said. "You don't have to tell me everything, but I'd hope that you'd
trust me enough to anyway."

"Likewise," I frowned, knowing how much of a lie that
was. It wasn't like I didn't want to tell him the
truth,
it was more like I wasn't ready yet. Maybe he was the same.

His hand found mine, fingers entwining.

"I need to take a shower." I slid out of bed, wrapping
the top sheet around myself, but our fingers were still linked and he pulled me
back.

"After last night, you're embarrassed about me looking at
you?" he asked with a grin.

"Stop it," I said with a small laugh.

Before I could get up, he tugged the sheet away and cold air
caressed my skin. I watched as his eyes took every inch of my exposed body,
devouring.

"You don't have any reason to be embarrassed," he said.

"Well, in that case," I declared, and to his amusement I
stood up and wandered into the bathroom completely naked.

Turning on the shower, I smiled to myself. This feeling of
contentment was so
warm,
I didn't want it to go away.
I was more confident in myself than I'd ever been. I held my hand
underneath the flow of water, waiting for it to warm up, my skin pricking with
goose bumps. The door eased open behind me and I didn't have to look up to know
what
Will
wanted.

His lips brushed against my ear, sending a shiver right down my
spine and into all the right places. "Do you really think I could stay in
the other room, knowing you're in here, naked and rubbing soap all over
yourself?"

His hands ran down my waist and over my hips, and when his fingers
found my clit, I let out a gasp and fell back into his chest, my eyes closing.

"Get in," he ordered, guiding me into the shower. His
dominance didn't bother me one bit. I'd never been with a man before who paid
so much attention to me. Getting me
off,
got him off.

The warm water cascaded over our bodies, washing away evidence
from last night, but Will was far from done. He was hard against my lower back,
his fingers circling my clit, lips against my neck. A hand came up, cupping my
breast, a nipple rolling between his thumb and forefinger. It was so
overwhelming, a strangled moan escaped my lips and my hands slid over his,
pushing his fingers towards my opening.

"You feel so good," he gasped, slipping a finger inside,
grinding his erection into my ass.

As a second finger joined the first, I rolled my hips into his
hand, his palm rubbing against my clit. "
Will
."

He moved his fingers in and out, circling is palm against me and I
felt another orgasm building inside. Without inhibition, my head fell back into
the crook of his neck and a loud moan came from that deep place inside me, the
place that only Will seemed to inhabit.

"Come for me, Zoe," he murmured, nipping the edge of my
jaw with his teeth. "Come for me."

Rolling with each thrust of his fingers rubbed his erection into
my ass and I could feel the tension in his body against mine. But, he didn't
stop to please himself. He fucked me harder with his hand, faster until the
spasms of another shattering orgasm washed over me, my insides clenching around
his fingers. I cried out his name over and over, not caring what he thought,
only feeling the pleasure he'd pulsed through my body again.

Only when he pulled away, turning me around to face him, did I see
the effect I had on him in his features. His eyes burned with fire and that
fire was for me.

"Fuck, Zoe," he gasped, pressing me back into the cool
tiles, lips on mine, his erection against my stomach. His kiss was deep and
full of lust, his tongue tasting every inch of mine.

When he pulled away, he gazed at me with hooded eyes, his teeth
tugging against his bottom lip.

Remembering what he'd asked me last night, I reached out for him,
my fingers wrapping around his hard length. "What do you want?" I
asked, my voice low.

He drew in a sharp hiss when I moved my hand up, a thumb circling
his tip. His hips rolled forward, pushing my hand down again.

"That," he murmured, his forearms against the tiles
either side of me, my back still hard against them.

As I ran my hand up and down his length, he dropped his head against
my shoulder, and my skin tingled with the gusts of his
laboured
breathing.

"Faster." He lightly grazed my neck with his teeth, a
deep moan rumbling into me. I fucked him harder with my hand, squeezing,
the
water from the shower pounding over us. My other hand
grasped his ass, fingernails biting into skin and he thrust harder, growling in
uninhibited pleasure.

"Come for me," I whispered into his ear and with another
thrust into my tight fingers, he came hard, spilling against my stomach in hot
bursts.

"God, Zoe," he breathed hard against my cheek, his body
sagging against mine. "I never knew it could feel like this."

"Neither did I," I whispered, reveling in the feel of
his naked body against mine. "Neither did I."

After breakfast down at the motel buffet, Will decided he wanted
to take me for a walk. It wasn't a long walk on the beach as he jokingly put
it, but a long walk down the main drag of town instead. The ocean was a couple
of hours drive to the south at least and we had a show that night.

We walked hand in hand in the sunshine, shoulders rammed together
and it was a miracle we didn't bash into anything the way we kept looking at
each other like love sick teenagers. I never thought I'd see the day when
something like this would happen to me. I'd never felt this way about any of my
ex-boyfriends, all two of them, and I hoped with every
fibre
of my being that it wasn't a dream.

It was a Thursday morning, and the street was alive with traffic.
Cafes were open and people were sitting out on the street enjoying the
sunshine. We passed a small green grocer and the smell of fresh fruit wafted
out towards us. Stores had their doors propped open and music filtered out. I
was so happy and
content,
nothing could have come
along then and destroyed it.

"Stop," I
declared suddenly. We'd passed by the front of a music shop. Guitars were hanging
in one window and drums in the other, but what
caught my eye was something else hanging just inside. I plastered
my hands on the window to get a better look.

"God, Zoe," Will was laughing at me. "We can go
inside, you know." He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the window,
leading me into the shop.

The store had just opened, and was quiet inside. Rows on rows of
guitars hung to one side, acoustics, electrics, basses, even banjos, but I had
eyes for none of them. I went straight up to the wall just inside the window
where I'd seen it.

It
was a blue starburst Fender, with a
metallic cobalt blue middle fading into black around the edges. It had a matte
black scratch pad and I knew it was a custom. I stroked my fingers along the
neck, looking for the price tag. Custom Fender equaled dollars. Big ones.