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She handed it to me on a silver platter.
Did she watch me? Just like I’ve watched her?
“Oh?” slowly I raise an eyebrow at her.
She lets out a frustrated huff, shoves her fists to her sides, and I can see her foot stomp behind the counter. It was slight, but she really did stomp that little foot of hers.
Hah!
“Next door. You’re the guy from the tattoo shop next door.”
I’d bet a hundred dollars it’s killing her to keep her voice low to not attract the attention of the other customers.
Feisty little thing. Perfect. This is going to be too much fun.
“I suppose I should be flattered,” I tease her with a wink.
“Don’t be,” she snaps as her eyes slowly take in the tattoo sleeves running up and down my arms when I rest my hands on the counter. Her eyes jerk back to mine when she realizes what she was doing. When our eyes clash, she knows I was watching her.
The lust that was burning through me when I watched her earlier is roaring inside me once again. I know she sees it. Instantly, her expression turns to shock, then desire flashes in her eyes and her delicious little mouth opens. She pulls her lower lip between her teeth.
Fuuuuuuck!
“Like what you see?” I smirk, bringing my face a little closer to her.
I know I’m being a total ass, it’s just too tempting.
She goes pale, then bright red.
That blush, it’s like a fucking shot of heroin.
She leans back slightly, trying to put space between us. It doesn’t work, the energy between us is sparking loud and fierce eating up the distance and connecting us.
“Nice ink,” she mutters, then clamps her mouth shut to stop herself from saying anything else.
“There’s more, a lot more…” It’s an invitation.
“I’m sure.” I can tell she’s fighting to keep her eyes on my face to stop them from roaming over me and envisioning the ink under my clothes. She pulls that luscious lip between her teeth again.
I almost groan out loud.
“How about some paint-by-numbers later?”
What the fuck did I just say?! Even though it’s exactly what I want, only without the numbers.
“What?!” Her jaw falls to the floor.
That expression, fucking priceless!
My voice drops to a husky burr and I inch closer, “Come over to the shop when you get off. You can fill in my blank spaces, I’ll connect your dots, first with some ink, nothing permanent, after with my tongue. Then we can make something new next time. I guarantee you’ve never painted like you’re going to with me.”
What a fucking vision, I can’t resist.
That is exactly what I want to do, strip her nice and slowly, then explore her body inch by delectable inch.
She blinks. Once. Then twice.
“Excuse me?” her eyes are bulging almost as much as her mouth is wide in shock.
