“And after every tattoo, you have to take me out for ice cream.”
He snorted.“Sure.”
She looked at him and slowly blinked her eyes.“I am serious.”
His fingers wove with hers.“Then, yes.After every tattoo, I will take you for ice cream.”
“Or milkshakes.”
“Or milkshakes.”
She smiled brightly, and her hair unravelled until it hung around her ankles again.
“Now, we seal our arrangement with a kiss.”
She went up on her toes and kissed him.He wrapped her arms around him, freed his hands, and ran his hand down her back from neck to butt.She switched her grip to his shoulders and pulled herself up as she wrapped her legs around his hips.
His grip shifted to her thighs, and he rocked her against him.She moaned into his mouth and changed her angle until the pressure was at a more enjoyable position.She moved with his grip, and her voice got high and breathy until she jerked against him and shuddered.He groaned and pressed his forehead to hers.“That was not the way I have sealed any deal before.”
“Good because I keep remembering that troll speaker.He would definitely cause some balance issues.”
He groaned and chuckled.“You do love teasing.”
“Nope, dead serious.That is where my brain went.The mental image was disturbing.”She looped her arms around his neck.“I think I need a nap now.”
He stroked her back.“You should stop with the surprise exertions.”
“You are right.Jumping on you was a step too far.Put me down, and I will hike my butt into bed.”
He chuckled and started walking on the path through the garden.“I will bring you inside.I promised to hold you when you sleep, after all.”
“I am not sure you wanted to.”She flicked her fingers, and the door swung open.
“If there is one thing I am sure about, it is wanting as much time with you as I can get.”
“How odd.”
He closed and locked the door behind them then headed up the stairs.“What is the best way to approach your bed?”
“Respectfully, so it doesn’t buck you off.”She smiled.“If I am on it, it will behave.”
“I don’t want to let go of you.”
“Tough.”
He laughed.He set her on her feet, and she scrambled into bed.He looked at her sitting up and grinned.“I will be right back.”
“Why?”
“Because I had a flashback to high school before I orced out.I need to clean up.”
She frowned and then realized that while she could feel some residual slickness, she didn’t jettison anything.Laughing quietly, she stretched out her legs and pulled the quilts over her.She heard water running, and it was five minutes before he emerged from the bathroom wearing a towel around his hips and his tattoos.Nothing else.She checked out his knees.“Wow.They do go all the way down.”
He snorted and tossed the towel onto a chair.
She started at his erection and covered her mouth with mirth.It had not escaped the needle.“You must really trust your tattoo artist.”
“I definitely do.”He peeled the bedding back and carefully sat, swinging his legs under the quilts.The bed swayed and shuddered, but it was stable.
