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He nods, closing the door behind him with a gentle click.
Razor removes his cut and hangs it on the hook attached to the back of the door. "Yeah, you do. But you might look even better in the backseat of a car," he teases.
There's a playful tone to his words that I find endearing. It's as if he's commanding me to stay in the present moment, and I’m grateful for the distraction.
Cocking my head to the side, I can't help but smirk. "Really? I can't imagine why you would say such a thing."
Razor chuckles deeply, the rumbling sound vibrating through his chest.
Slowly, he peels off his white t-shirt and tosses it casually onto the dresser.
His eyes never leave mine while he does so.
My gaze takes in every inch of him, from his perfectly toned muscles to the intricate designs covering his skin.
My eyes focus on the nautical themed sleeve on his right arm.
It's impossible not to be drawn to the nautical-themed sleeve on his right arm.
An old-fashioned pirate ship sails against crystal blue skies, while deep cerulean waters and a kraken holding onto a wheel adorn the rest of the design.
As my eyes continue down his arm, they are met with a lighthouse and crashing waves on his hand.
My curiosity gets the best of me, “Is there a reason you have a nautical sleeve?”
Razor chuckles, “You want to dive straight into a serious conversation, huh?”
I shake my head playfully and wiggle my finger at him. "No way. I am all done with serious shit for tonight. We're going to lose ourselves in each other's pleasure."
A pleased smirk tugs at his lips. “Since you brought it up I have to tell you, Cola.”
Shrugging, I give in. “Fair enough, unleash your trauma on me.”
Razor finds my retort hysterical and goes on to tell me the meaning behind his tattoo.
“I joined the Navy back when I was nineteen, and this is a constant reminder of everything I thought I couldn’t survive. This tattoo is an ode to my perseverance,” Razor says, his voice tinged with emotion.
My gaze softens, “I didn’t know you served.”
Razor nods, coming over to lay on the bed beside me.
His body is warm and solid against mine, and I snuggle closer to him.
As he lays on his back, I nuzzle up at his side, getting comfortable.
The scent of leather and musk surrounds us, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere.
He continues, “Yeah, I was lucky enough to form some life-long friendships along the way. Nothing compares to the one I have with my best friend, Chaz, he’s part of the charter up in Billings. He’s the one who tossed my name in the hat to join the club.”
I perk my head up, “Chaz is a really nice guy. His wife Crina is hysterical.”
“Yeah, they’re good people.” Razor slides his arm around me and pulls me on top of him. The weight of his body pressing against mine sends shivers down my spine. “Enough talk about serious shit, girl. We’re doin’ far too much talkin’ right now.”
Razor brings his lips down to mine and kisses me passionately.
With every brush of his lips it’s like he's consuming all my senses—his taste, his touch, his scent overwhelming me in the best way possible.
I give in to him, yearning and aching for his touch, the warmth of his body against mine.
