“I love your sassy fucking mouth, and as soon as it’s healed, I’m going to fuck it.”
“Yay for me.”
We’ve just parked, and I chuckle as I help her out of the vehicle and carry her to the elevator.
When we’re alone, I continue the conversation.
“For the record, I didn’t say anything about waiting a week for sex. I said I wouldn’t restrain you. But no, baby, sex is off the table tonight.”
“I know.” She yawns hugely and pushes her fingers in my hair. “I’m too fucking tired. I called the tattoo shop and told them I quit. I’ll go in tomorrow and pack up my stuff.”
“You quit?”
“Yeah. I like the idea of working for myself, and I talked it over with the girls. I might specialize in working just with women. Pro bono. Especially women who have been hurt.”
She watches me with cautious blue eyes.
“As long as you meant it when you said we don’t need my income.”
This ismassive. She’s thinking about us for the long haul. She’s trusting me. She believes that she’s mine and that I’ll take care of her.
“Is it bad that I’m happy as fuck that you’re not going to have your hands all over other men?”
She smirks. “Well, I might work on your guys if they ask.”
“They won’t.”
“Mateo—”
“There are hundreds of artists in this city. My men don’t need your hands all over them to get inked, Violet, and that’s the end of the conversation.”
I stride into the penthouse and sit on the couch with her in my lap.
“So possessive.” She smiles and leans in to kiss my jaw. “But I don’t hate it.”
“Good. Because this is who I am and what you’re stuck with.”
“I can live with that.”
Twenty-Four
VIOLET
“Baby.”
I’m gently tugged out of sleep by soft kisses on the back of my neck and calloused fingers drifting across my stomach, over my hip, and down my thigh, sending heat through me like slow-moving lava. This might be the best way to wake up ever.
“Hmm.”
“I need you to wake up for me,” he whispers next to my ear before grazing his teeth over the lobe, making me squirm back against him. His cock is hard and thick against the small of my back, and my core is already pulsing with desire for him. “Open those pretty blue eyes for me, Savage.”
I wiggle onto my back and blink my eyes open and see him looming over me, his head resting in his hand, a pleased smirk on his delectable lips.
“It should be illegal for you to look that good in the morning,” I tell him, and he grins sleepily before leaning down to kiss my cheek, my nose, and then finally my lips. My man is a grade-A kisser. With a whimper, I sink my fingers into the hair at his nape and drag my leg up his outer thigh, and that’s all theinvitation he needs to roll on top of me and settle his hard cock in my already wet slit.
“I needed you awake for all of this,” he murmurs against my lips, tickling them deliciously. “Fully aware of my mouth.”
He drags his lips down my jawline to my neck, making me sigh in happiness.
