“I don’t know.”
“The cross could symbolize his skewed perspective onreligion.” She pursed her lips, thinking. “Maybe he thinks it’s dark and thorny.”
I smiled at my clever woman. “That’s a possibility. When I was stuck in that hellish place, I only thought about survival and how to escape. I didn’t dwell too much on those details.”
She turned me to the side so she could review my back. “The art on your back is so varied.” She traced her fingers on my shoulder blades, moving to the center of my spine, then all over. “I see fantastical creatures, clouds, daggers, swords, and roses . . .” Her finger scribbled something that felt like an S shape. “You also have abstract hearts, squiggly and thorny vines, and so many other things.”
“I gave Razor some of my drawings and asked him to fill my back with them.”
“Every detail is a testament to your survival.”
She was right about everything.
“We’ll create beautiful memories that’ll be etched in your soul forever.” When her soft lips pressed onto my back, I jerked at the gesture. “All these thorny vines can’t hurt you anymore.”
Unable to speak, I swallowed and immersed myself in her gentle caresses and lovely words. She explored my back with her curious hands. Her lips left a trail of heat, sealing my tattoos with love as though they were sacred.
She shifted to face me. “Do you have art on your thighs?” A smile formed on her lips, and I saw the question she didn’t ask.
“No.” I gripped her chin. “And none on my ass.”
“How do you know I was going to ask that?”
“Your eyes say it all.”
“Off, please.” She slipped her hand into my waistband. “I want to see if you have tattoos down there.”
“Nothing to see.”
“I don’t believe you.” She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Show me.”
I shifted, resting my back against the cushion and letting her remove my pants and boxers. She bit her bottom lip when she found my hard cock.
“You’ve been touching and kissing me. It’s only natural for me to be turned on.”
She examined my thighs. “So firm and muscular. Art would look wonderful on them.”
“Someday.” I turned to the side so she could see my ass. “No tats here.”
Laughing, she gave it a good squeeze. Sitting back, I looked at her. The tip of her pink tongue peeked out from her lips, and my dick twitched. Eva saw the movement and immediately clasped a hand over me, stroking.
“I want you to remember today as the day I relieve you of pain.” She didn’t know what her words did to me.
Eva dropped to her knees, one hand roaming my abdomen while the other stroked me. “You’re an attractive man with an unforgettable story etched in ink. Thank you for sharing it with me.” She bent down and kissed the tip of my crown.
I gasped as her lips heated my skin. Then she licked me, and my heart hammered, wanting more. As if she understood, she repeated it. Moaning, my head dropped back onto the soft cushion as I reveled in the sensation of her mouth and tongue. The muscles in my abs and thighs constricted as my vixen had her way with me.
“Do you feel better?” she asked with a smirk.
“You’re a wild passionflower.” I slid my knuckles under her chin, tipping it up to me. “I want those luscious lips wrapped around me.”
Her eyes flashed with heat. “Ask and you shall receive.” Her mouth came over me, hot and wet.
Fuccck.I moaned and fisted a hand in her hair, pulling her head back so our eyes met. The connection sent a jolt through me. Arousal rose like magma, making me tremble from head to toe. Feeling the powerful rise, I braced the other hand on the cushion. I wanted to come inside her for the first time.
“Sit on me,” I demanded in a hoarse voice. “I want to feel you around me.”
Smirking, she rose and stripped off her silky dress, nude bra, and panties, dropping them to the floor. My eyes trained on her, absorbing her gorgeous curves.
