Kickboxing was not awesome. It was hard work that left me exhausted after every session. Derek and I trained every morning and after a week I was ready to throw in the towel. Derek seemed to think that I was on track and insisted that I was doing great, but it didn't feel like that to me. Between the early morning at the gym and late nights at the shop, it felt like I was piloting on little sleep which wasn't good for someone like me.
I needed my rest, so that I could focus on my work. If I lost focus I risked giving someone a permanent tattoo that they would forever hate. Derek was going to have to cut me some slack. I couldn't keep getting up every morning to go to the gym. We would have to settle on two or three mornings a week.
My phone dinged and I groaned as I reached for it. Even after a week, my muscles were still screaming. To no one's surprise, it was Derek.
Derek: I'm going to do a late gym session, want to join me?
Me: It's Sunday.
Derek: Okay?
Me: It's my day off. Pass.
Derek: So. Come on it will be fun.
Me: Negative. I've had a date all week with my bed and I can't miss it.
Derek: You're still in bed? It's almost one in the afternoon.
Me: And?
Derek: You are lazy.
Me: I am sore.
Derek: Get up. I'm coming to get you.
Me: No.
Derek: I'm almost there.
Me: Don't care. Still not going.
Five minutes passed and he never replied. Shrugging, I tossed my phone back onto my table and snuggled deeper under the covers. Closing my eyes, I focused all my energy on my breathing in hopes that it would help lull me back into the peaceful slumber I had been in and out of all day. Just when I started to drift off, my bedroom door creaked open.
I knew it was Derek and I gripped the covers in my hand assuming he was about to rip them off of me. What I hadn't expected was for the covers to pull back slightly and the bed dip under his weight as he crawled in beside me. He pulled me into his arms and I snuggled into his embrace letting his heat surround me.
His hand caressed me as he left a burning trail up the side of my body. When his hand reached my hips, he froze. His fingers had grazed bare skin. Last night I had been too tired to look for pajamas and settled on pulling a big t-shirt on after my shower. It was currently scrunched up around my waist, exposing my naked lower half.
I waited for him to speak, but he never did. Eventually, his hand moved and he rubbed the length of my upper thigh. When he moved his hand back up, I shifted causing his hand to move down towards my center. We both froze then and my body seemed to react before my brain. I rubbed my butt against him slightly and I could feel the length of him pressed against me.
A moan escaped my lips as I pressed into him harder. It had been so long since I had been intimate with anyone and I missed it. I knew I had said I wanted to go slow, but I never said fooling around wasn't on the table. Every part of me ached with need.
I reached for his hand and guided him lower. His breathing hitched as his fingers touched the inside of my thigh causing me to such in a sharp breath.
"Saw." His voice was breathy and a little choked. He definitely wanted this.
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The Ink That Haunts Us
Romance*Book 2 of the Colorado Ink series* ✅ COMPLETED Try as they might, one can never really hide from their past. One way or another it will catch up to you. Three years ago, Saw took back her life and ran from the horrors of her past. For three years...