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That gives me more courage as I keep my eyes on her.
“I want to see that tattoo,” she says quietly, her eyes on the canvas.
The notch in her throat bobs when she swallows. She blows a strand from her face too loudly and licks her lips.
“The shark one?” I know perfectly well what she wants.
Her eyes snap at me, then go back to the canvas.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Calm down, Jace.
“Yes,” she says quietly. “Take it all off.”
Her face turns a darker shade of pink.
I hook my thumbs under the waistband of my boxers, and for a brief moment, the embarrassing memories come back. Of how in love I was at seventeen. How much I wanted that girl, Monica. How excited I was when she said she wanted toseeme. How humiliating it was to stand naked while dozens of people laughed at me and took pictures.
But I’m not seventeen. And the girl in front of me is my dream. She wants me too, and holy hell does she obviously dream about me.
I’ve come a long way, and if anything can break my stupid paranoia, it’s Lu.
So, I keep my confident gaze on her despite being on edge.
I’m all hers, whatever she wants to do with me.
I try to control my breathing and keep my eyes on her as I pull down my boxers, let them fall to the floor, and kick them aside.
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My heart isin my stomach at the dare I just started.
Jace took it, and I think I’m about to have a heart attack.
“Take it all off,” I say, not believing the words that come out of my mouth.
When his boxers drop to the floor, I steal a glance.
Jace is big, very big, and gorgeous. He’s built like a God, an absolute perfection.
He’s my muse. I want to paint his body, paintonhis skin, fill in the missing colors on those black-and-white tattoos. I want to run my hands along him and feel every bulge of his muscles.
Confident, just like the time by the elevator with Chad, he stands like a warrior, magnetic and powerful.
My gaze sweeps across his body, legs, abdomen, erection, his shark tattoo that morphs into a beautiful pattern and shapes up to his chest that rises and falls slowly. His dog tag glints with past danger. His eyes are on me, making my heart beat wildly against my chest. His little smile feels likeheis the one daring me.
I drink him in.
My hands tremble a little. I don’t know how to move forward. My fiction is much wilder than I am. It’s easier to be bold when no emotions are involved. Especially with sex.
Sex—that’s what follows in mySharkistory. But this is reality.
And reality is the shark tattoo that my eyes drop down to. It disappears into the neatly trimmed dark patch around the base of his erection, his fist wrapped around it, stroking slowly up and down.
My mouth is dry. My nerves are on edge.
“Come closer,” I say on an exhale, my heart ready to burst out of my chest.
