Page 2 of Craving Her

“Oh, um. Of course.” She made the adjustment and took a deep breath. Her skin prickling when he exposed it to the cooler air.

“Hot for teacher?”

“It was a drunk dare. One of those stupid things you do after you graduate college. You know?”

“Not really.”

Shit, had she offended him? Dammit, this was a mistake. One mistake after another. She inched up the table away from him. “You know what? I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” Before she could pull her hands around to rezip. He smacked her butt. One sharp smack to her bottom. Dammit, that stung. “Be still. Let me see what you have going on back here.” He folded the waistband of her jeans down a little further.

She didn’t move again. Couldn’t. Couldn’t even breathe. Her lungs froze during his quiet assessment. “It’s actually pretty good work. Where did you have it done at?”

“I don’t remember the name. It was a tattoo shop near campus that a lot of the kids went to.”

“Well, you’re lucky. A lot of tattoo shops that would ink a drunk person, would also fuck your shit up. But this is nice work.” He ran his hand across her tattoo again. Warmth reverberated from his soft touch straight to her clit. She pressed her thighs even tighter together. “You sure you want to have it removed? It’s sexy as fuck. The words, your job, your ass, it’s perfect. I’m sure your man can’t get enough of the sight.”

Okay, maybe he wasn’t as professional as she first thought. Was he coming on to her? God, she hoped so. Was he asking if she had a man? “I don’t have a man. I mean, I’m not seeing anyone right now.”

She started to lift up, but his hands pressed her back down. Spreading more of his seductive warmth up her back. “Hmm. Well, I can remove it if you want. But if you were my lady, I’d be mad as hell to have it gone.”

This was it. This was her opening. Her heart sped up. Racing under the gentle massage he was giving her back. She bit her lip but pushed the question out anyway. “Do you have a lady?” His hands froze and her breath stalled in her lungs. As if breathing might make it impossible to hear his response.

“Nope. Haven’t had one in a while. I’m free. I’m also clean if you’re wondering.” His hands started the massage again. “So, if you don’t get the stamp removed is there anything else I can do for you today?”

“You can keep massaging. That feels wonderful. Are massages something you offer your clients?”

“Nope.” His one-word response sent fire licking to her belly. “But I’m willing to make an exception for you. You seemed a little tense. Like you need my hands to work on you. Do you, Ms. Hannigan? Do you need my fingers to work on you? Maybe, give you a happy ending?”

What kind of romance author would she be if she didn’t believe in happy endings.

Chapter 3

What the hell? Renegade could not believe his eyes. Miss Hannigan, laid out on his table asking for a happy ending. He had half a mind to give her ass an unhappy ending with the strap of his belt. What the hell was wrong with her? What was she doing? He shook his head. He knew what she was doing, he just couldn’t believe it. He would never have figured Miss Hannigan was the type of girl to hang around biker bars and tattoo shops looking for action. Between the thighs of a rough tough thug. He’d seen her kind before. The chicks who would come and ask for a ride. Looking to ride a biker more than a bike. Hanging around the club looking for adventure. He wouldn’t have thought Miss Hannigan was that type of girl. But he’d been around enough, to know that biker chicks came in all sizes and shapes. He looked down at her chocolate almond skin. And yep, in all colors.

She’d never shown any personal interest in him. Well, maybe a little, but no more it seemed than the other students. He was used to women falling over him. The muscles, the bike, the tats, the club, yeah, he’d never had any trouble pulling women. Until her. As if she were an unattainable star. And he was a rocket flying by her in space. Knowing he didn’t have a chance in the hell of getting close. Until she walked her fine ass in his shop. Showing him the sexiest tramp stamp, he’d ever seen. Tramp stamps didn’t usually have that much detail. Whoever had given her the ink had taken his time. Probably trying to enjoy the view of her sexy ass for as long as he could.

“So, for today, you just want the massage, right?”

“You said I should keep the tattoo. I don’t want to remove it if it’s going to be more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Well, the way he put it right here.” he took his hands and wrapped them around Elyse. Using his thumbs to massage her backbone. “There’s a lot of nerve endings in this area.” He used his thumb to massage the letters at the top of her butt. The design’s center only a hair’s breadth away from the crack of her ass. “Everybody likes the idea of getting a tattoo in this spot. But nobody thinks of the fact that there isn’t a lot of cushion right here.” His thumb pressed her tailbone. Enjoying her quick intake of breath. “You see,” he continued massaging the thin skin. “A lot of nerve endings, close to the bone. Not a lot of cushion. But here,” he flexed his hands on the globes of her cheeks. “You have a lot of cushion. Perfect for tattooing. Perfect for anything.” He squeezed cheeks under his palms as if he were gripping a basketball. Damn, she was sexy. She had a body built for doggy style. If she was his old lady, he’d never look at her face when they had sex. She’d have to turn her to the side to see him. To see his expression. Because he’d be too busy looking right here. He gave a final squeeze, just to see it tense and clench again.

“Um, okay. I guess I’ll keep it.” Her butt tensed again like it was waiting for him. Sexy as hell. He wanted to take his tongue and outline her tat. Bring her to climax by massaging that spot. “So, um, I guess that’s it.”

She lifted herself up again. Did she think she was getting away that easy? “You said you wanted a happy ending. Change your mind, Teach?”

“Were you serious about it?”

“I’d never kid about something like that, baby girl.”

“I never had a happy ending before. I don’t know how it’s done.”

“Then I’ll have to teach you. But don’t worry, I’ll be a lot nicer than you were to me.”

Her head jerked up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I gave you the same attention I gave everyone else. I had to be fair in my class. I couldn’t single you out for special favors just because you’re a hot guy.” He placed her chest back down. Flattening her out of her half-pushup. “Never mind. I should’ve known that you wouldn’t be interested in someone like me.”

“Someone like You? Someone so sexy I had to take a cold shower before I came to class. Someone who made my dick hard enough to break down your board. Yeah, you should have known I wasn’t attracted to you when I walked into class holding my pack over my crotch. And then leaving the same way. Like a fucking teenager. I was damn near obsessed with you. I’m surprised I learned a fucking thing. Even more surprised I passed. Because the entire three months, all I could think about was you and how much I wanted to be balls deep in your pussy. But you barely noticed me. I did everything I could to get your attention. Including bleeding my heart out on those damn papers. And you still looked right through me.”

“Is that what this is about for you? Trying to get take some kind of revenge, because you think I mistreated you in class?

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