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I trailed my fingers between his pecs. “You don’t have any hair here.”
“That’s because fuckers will grab on to whatever they can to win a fight.”
“Evenbodyhair?”
“Anything.” A beat passed. “That bother you?”
“That people might rip your body parts off?”
“No.” He chuckled. “That I don’t have any body hair.”
I looked down at the ink decorating his skin and traced my fingers over his upper arm, over the intricate design of a lion with a barbed-wire crown.
“I like your tattoos. I like looking at them.”
“Oh, is that what you’re doin’? Looking at them?” He eyed my fingers. “Feels more like you’re coloring them in.”
“Maybe I just like touching you.”
Daire shoved up off the bed and rolled me to my back. “And maybe I like having you touch me.”
My breath caught as I stared up at him, studying his harsh features and the way his hair almost softened them as it fell down into his eyes. “Maybe?”
“Definitely. But don’t think that means I’m going soft or anything.”
So tough. That was Daire. Even when he was in bed with someone who was naked and vulnerable, opening themselves up, he was always on guard. I’d have to work on that.
I hooked a finger around the chain dangling from his neck and drew him down, grazing my lips over his.
“I don’t think there’s anythingsoftabout you.”
His lips curved against mine, and I chuckled.
“And I don’t just meanthat.”
“Yeah, but you have to admit,thatis pretty impressive.”
I did, and would if anyone asked, but as far as I was concerned that secret would stay with me for as long as possible. The last thing I needed was for other guys to work out how good Daire was in bed. I’d just gotten my hands on him, and I wasn’t about to let someone else snatch him away.
My stomach dropped at the thought. The idea of someone else kissing or touching Daire was like a knife twisting in my gut.
“Gavin?”
I blinked his face back into view and saw a frown of concern marring his brow.
“You okay?”
“I…” I tried for a smile but ended up nodding. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Daire’s eyes narrowed, and he rolled off me to settle by my side, propping his head in his hand to stare down at me.
“Then what was that about?”
“Uh, nothing.”
“Why are you lyin’ to me?”
“I’m—” I clamped my lips shut and let out a sigh. He was right—Iwaslying. But the idea of telling him that I didn’t want anyone else to touch him the way I just had made me nervous.
