Fantasy Boyfriend (A Tattooed Bad Boy Romance) Read Online Free Page A

an expert on tattoos or
anything, but I knew fresh ink from old ink.
    I stared at him a moment, wondering if he was fooling
around with me, but then I grinned and shrugged, nodding for him to lead the
way. Maybe he was fooling with me. It didn’t really matter. I had a good head
on my shoulders and would know if and when it was time to back away. Until
then, I could have a little fun flirting for once. Grabbing my hand, he gently
pulled me out of the line and headed down the hallway towards a door at the far
end. As he opened it, I saw that it led upstairs into what I at first thought
was an attic space, only to find that several additional rooms had been
converted from that space.
    A short hallway hugged what would be the outside load-bearing
wall of the fraternity structure, with three doors, one open and two closed,
along the left side of the space. At the far end stood another door, halfway
open.
    "I didn't know there were more rooms up
here," I commented.
    "They only renovated this area last summer, or so
I was told. Anyway, there’s a small bathroom with a toilet at the end."
    He let go of my hand and gestured toward the far corner
of the attic. It wasn't terribly dark, but definitely darker than I had
expected. I hoped I wouldn't crash into anything as I made my way to the far
end, hands held out in front of me as my feet shuffled on the hardwood floor. I
entered the bathroom and found the light switch just inside the doorway. The
bathroom was no bigger than a closet and held a toilet and a small sink. That
was about it. It was enough for my needs, anyway. I closed the door, but didn't
find a lock on it. I certainly hoped that Luke was enough of a gentleman that
he wouldn't even think about coming inside. As I hiked up my skirt and quickly
pulled down my underwear and sat down on the toilet seat to pee, I also hoped
that he wasn't standing outside of the door listening. How embarrassing.
    Within moments I had taking care of business, washed
my hands, and then realized there was nothing to dry my hands on. I waved them
in the air for a few moments before exiting the bathroom.
    "Better now?"
    I glanced at him, nodding.
    "How do you intend to thank me?"
    I stared at him a moment, watching a slow grin
transform his features into a wickedly handsome young man. Because I was
already a little tipsy, my usual shyness had disappeared. Not that I turned
into a slut every time I chugged down a drink, but you could say that my barriers
were definitely lowered. I grinned in reply and stood on my tiptoes to give him
a kiss on the cheek. At the last moment, he turned his head and I found my lips
meeting his. His lips felt soft and warm. I was so surprised that I couldn't
react.
    Seconds later, the kiss deepened and before I knew it,
he had slipped his tongue into my mouth. He stepped closer to me, wrapping his
arms around my shoulders and pulling me gently closer to his frame. The thought
of those hands, those arms, that sleeve ink, got me tingling all over. I made a
soft, mewling sound in my throat and pressed myself even closer. Almost of
their own accord, my hands found his forearms, tracing my fingers along the
length of muscles, and over the vein and the ink I knew was there.
    Damn, he was hot. I had never really felt this kind of
pull or chemistry toward any guy before, and least of all, not here at the
university. Where had he come from? How come I hadn't seen him before? Stupid
girl, I suddenly thought to myself. Here you were, getting kissed by one of the
most handsome guys you'd ever seen, with tattoos no less, and you're thinking
about other things other than the sensation that his lips and tongue elicited
in you? Just as I was re-focusing my attention completely on the warmth of his
lips, the smoothness of his tongue, and the way it stroked and tangled with my
own tongue, I heard steps coming up the stairway.
    I quickly broke off the kiss, taking a slight step
back even though Luke seemed loath to relinquish his grip on