“I usually sleep naked. That a problem?” Beckett asked.
Behind him, Kat chuckled. “I can’t imagine any woman in her right mind finding that to be a problem.”
He grinned over his shoulder. “I don’t care what any other woman thinks.”
She propped her head up on her hand, a big smile on her face. “Well, I don’t mind you naked, Beckett. Not at all.”
Chuckling, he lost the jeans and climbed in next to her. Jesus, the fact that he could feel humor after how bad he’d felt not long before was a minor miracle.
“What’s the tattoo on your back say?” she asked.
He sat back up enough for her to see it. “The way you’re reading it right now, it says ‘Strength.’ But it’s an ambigram. If you read it upside down it says ‘Struggle.’”
Pushing up onto her knees, she craned her neck. “Oh, my God. That is so cool.” She traced her fingers over the letters, sending heat into his blood. Sitting back, her gaze scanned over his shoulder. “And what’s this one about?”
Beckett glanced down at his left shoulder to where a series of black and silver circles and slashing lines covered his skin in a tribal tattoo. “It’s kind of like a piece of armor.”
“I see that,” she said, her fingers teasing over his skin. Down his chest, his stomach, his hip. Against his belly, his cock hardened. “And these?” Her fingers stroked at the marks on his hip.
His gut clenched, but he was done holding back. Or, at least, he was gonna try to be better about it. He heaved a deep breath. “One mark for each life I know I’ve taken. I’m missing four from the day we rescued Emilie from the Church Gang’s storage facility.”
She stared at him a long moment, long enough that he was sure the information had bothered her. And why wouldn’t it? She dragged her fingers over the hash marks. “Your body is so beautiful, Beckett.”
If she’d have flipped him over her back again, it would’ve surprised him less. How the hell had she come to that conclusion given what she was touching? He shook his head. “No.”
Nodding, she ran her fingers through the hair that trailed from his chest to his groin. His cock twitched at the proximity of her touch. “To me, it is.”
A knot lodged in his throat. “I’m all beat to hell. Scars everywhere.” He gestured to the mess around his eye.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, and then she planted a hand on his chest, gave him a strong push backward until he reclined to the pillow, and bent over his body, her hair both cool and ticklish against his stomach.
Taking his cock in her grip, she bathed the whole length with her tongue. Beckett groaned as his head fell back to the pillow. She took her time licking and stroking him, like she was trying to learn the contour of his body there. Good as it felt, Beckett’s brain refused to relax into the pleasure she gave him. She’d been hurt. She was upset. He’d just told he was mad at her.
He shouldn’t let her do this right now.
She sucked him in deep, deep, deeper until his head hit her throat. And then she pushed herself down a little deeper still.
“Oh, fuck,” Beckett groaned, his hand going to her hair.
Slowly, she withdrew, sucking hard on his cock the whole way up. Giving him a small smile, she pushed onto her knees and removed her tank top, baring her small, beautiful breasts to him. And then she crawled down the bed, pushing the covers away to give herself more room, and settled on her knees between his legs.
“Kat. You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” She took him in hand again and licked him with the flat of her tongue, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time.
It was sexy as fuck.
Beckett Murda hates to dwell on the past. But his investigation into the ambush that killed half his Special Forces team and ended his Army career gives him little choice. Just when his team learns how powerful their enemies are, hard-ass Beckett encounters his biggest complication yet–a seductive, feisty Katherine Rixey.
A tough, stubborn prosecutor, Kat visits her brothers’ Hard Ink Tattoo shop following a bad break-up–and finds herself staring down the barrel of a stranger’s gun. Beckett is hard-bodied and sexy as hell, but he’s also the most infuriating man ever. Worse, Kat’s brothers are at war with the criminals her office is investigating. When Kat joins the fight, she lands straight in Beckett’s sights . . . and in his arms. Not to mention their enemies’ crosshairs.
Now Beckett and Kat must set aside their differences to work together, because the only thing sweeter than justice is finding love and never letting go.
Praise for Hard to Let Go:
“Kaye wraps up her bestselling series with this action-packed story, highlighting her talent for alpha military heroes, hot romance, and an ensemble cast of characters who are unique and engaging. A supersexy, high-octane romantic suspense novel that concludes the popular Hard Ink series in a completely satisfying way.” ~Kirkus Reviews
“TOP PICK! Kaye brings her Hard Ink series to a spectacular conclusion that successfully wraps up the overarching mystery and brings closure to her compelling characters. Kaye really nails it with this awesome book and series!” ~RT Book Reviews