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He spun his stool to his equipment. Watching him slide black latex gloves over his big hands made my pussy wetter than it had been in months. The deep ache there was going to tear me up if I wasn’t careful. I wiggled, and my movements didn’t go unnoticed.
He fitted his machine with fresh needles and selected several pots of color. He put his gloved hand on my knee and with the cascade of emotions drenching me, I jerked. Heat washed over me. My nipples pinched tighter and I moaned.
Oh God…
I trembled but not because I was scared of what I was about to do. Well, that might not be true either. I was scared. But only of what he made me feel.
“You haven’t been touched in a while. I can tell.” His matter-of-fact tone, deep and full of meaning, stroked my senses.
Actually, he would be shocked if I told him the truth.
Instead of going down the long road explaining how I managed to stay a virgin into my twenties, I simply shook my head while my pulse tried to find a normal rhythm again. “That obvious, huh? I’ve kind of had an aversion to people touching ever since him.”
His smile crash-landed on his handsome features, a crooked, bad-ass smile that reassured and frightened at the same time. The reassurance I needed. The fear I craved. It made my heart skip beats and for once in a long while, I felt emotions I thought might have died with Wolfe’s betrayal.
“Try to stay calm, Kaila. I’ve got you.”
I know he didn’t mean it inthatway. But my stupid brain wrapped its greedy mitts around the words all the same and hugged them tight.
To be here with Diesel made me feel safe and like the last few years were just growing pains.
My heartrate spiked, and I sucked in a harsh breath as he started the machine and applied needle to ink to skin. As the first ink wrecked Wolfe’s name, I felt a wild surge of happiness. Freedom I hadn’t known I needed so badly.
“Tell me what you’ve been up to while you’ve been away.”
Diesel didn’t look at me as he made the soft demand, just kept his attention on his work. Suddenly I wanted his attention very badly.
I could tell him about how I worked my ass off at two jobs—one in retail, the other waitressing—to help pay for my business and marketing degrees, but none of it seemed important. So, I opened my mouth and told him about my horrible mistake that led to the tattoo—how he’d made me into a fool from day one.
Diesel laid in another line of ink before he looked into my eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong. He was an asshole. Not you. And it’s damn obvious he didn’t deserve you.”
I blinked at him. “I hear you, but I still feel I was an idiot. But I doubt you can understand how foolish perceived love can make a person.”
I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth. “I covered my face with my hands. “Diesel, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Just that there is no way a man like you would be as stupid as I was.”
He smiled slowly. “Don’t sweat it, baby. I knew what you meant.” His eyes grabbed me, and I couldn’t look away. “I will say, you’d be surprised by how fast I could erase this Wolfe character from your memory, just like I am doing with your skin. Just give me the chance.” His dark promise tipped into my soul. In all honesty, I could barely think or breathe, and all I wanted were Diesel’s hands on my body and his mouth claiming mine so we could finish what we started five years ago. Only this time nothing would stop us from going all the way.
“I...” I trailed off.
He set aside his machine. When he raised his hands to his shirt buttons, my pussy slicked. Those big fingers moving over the intricate task made me burn to have them on my body. And not in the way of a tattoo artist and his client.
But as his lover.
My heart throbbed too fast, and I could barely get enough oxygen. Tanned skin appeared as he parted his shirt one button at a time.
I slowly sat up and sucked in a gasp when the word covering his sculpted pec was revealed.
Kaila.
Chapter Four
Kaila
My mouth came unhinged.
Reaching out, I traced a finger over rich purple ink and taut skin. “You have my name on your chest?” His muscles rippled under my touch. My name wasn’t just on his chest; it was part of the intricate dragon’s body I saw peeking out from beneath his shirt earlier. He had made my name a work of art and put it on his body.
“As I said, sweetheart, you were the one that got away,” he purred. He traced the back of his knuckles over my cheek, and warmth bloomed through me.
