Page 37 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

Nice? Come to think of it, I had never let anyone else but my own tattoo artist friends shave me. Not even my favorite barber was allowed to do that. I just found it weird to have someone do it when I could do it myself.

“I tried waxing my legs once,” Lauren added. “It was stressful. Maybe I should ask you to shave my legs instead. You’d probably do a better job.” She laughed and glanced over at me, clearly teasing me.

For a moment, the image of her bare legs when she came to the garage wearing shorts popped into my head. “I think your legs are perfect, hairy or not.”

As soon as I finished the sentence, I wanted to punch myself. What the hell did I just say?

“Thanks,” Lauren said with a slight smile “I’m glad you think so.”

Glad? Was she toying with me? Flirting?

At any rate, I kept my gaze on her arm, afraid that if I made eye contact, I’d see something in her eyes that would test the limits of my self-control. I pursed my lips and rubbed the surface of her skin gently with the cotton ball drenched in alcohol.

She spoke again. “You don’t have to be so gentle with me, you know.”

I nearly dropped the cotton ball.

Damn it. Lauren was driving me crazy, messing up my head and my body. Was she doing it on purpose? No. I refused to think that. If she was trying to seduce me, then I had to respond, and I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to do that in this situation.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I nodded and stood up. “I think you’re ready. I’ll just go get my stuff.”

“Okay.”

As I grabbed my equipment, I tried to clear my head, telling myself that I was a tattoo artist, and Lauren was just another client. At least for the next two hours or so. I had a job to do, and I had to do it well, for both Lauren’s sake and mine.

I set to work, transferring the stencil of the tattoo onto Lauren’s skin and starting on the outline of the flower she had asked for. I could feel her watching my every move, but I tried not to mind, focusing on my art. Lauren seemed to notice that, and she kept quiet and stayed still, letting me slip into my zone.

For the next two hours, I was in a trance, perfecting Lauren’s tattoo, making sure every line was clear and every drop of ink in the right place. When I was done, I took a moment to admire my masterpiece, soaking in the sense of accomplishment and exhilaration I usually felt after completing a tattoo, then I grabbed the mirror so I could let Lauren admire it, too.

When she gasped, my heart almost stopped.

“It’s…amazing,” she said, then her lips curved into a smile. “I love it.”

“I’m glad,” I replied before covering the tattoo with a bandage.

And I meant it. My chest was nearly exploding with joy. Yes, I always felt happy whenever a client was happy with my work, but this was different. I felt like I had just given Lauren an important part of me, and she had embraced it fully.

And I wanted to give her more.

No, I wanted to give Lauren all of me.

As my gaze wandered over her breasts once more, I felt a sudden urge to just kiss her, carry her to the couch, and bury another part of me deep inside her, but I pushed it aside and started to walk off. I didn’t expect her to grab my arm, though.

“Thank you, Jake,” Lauren whispered as she looked into my eyes.

The tenderness in her gaze, the glimmer of longing in those green irises, made it impossible for me to look away. When she stood right in front of me and touched my cheek, I couldn’t bring myself to move away, and when her hand moved to the back ofmy neck to caress my nape and bring my face down to hers, I couldn’t breathe.

As her lips approached mine, I could only lose myself in her eyes, and after she closed them, I did the same, savoring the lingering softness of her lips. That sensation and the feel of her breath washing over me sent a ripple of heat down my spine.

When Lauren kissed me, I placed my arm around her, cupped her cheek, and kissed her back, gently at first, as if I was trying to make my lips remember the shape of hers. I softly sucked on her lower lip, then on the tip of the tongue she offered, engraving her taste into my memory.

Unique. Nostalgic. Subtly sweet, and yet overwhelming just the same.

It awoke the desire in my veins, my crotch throbbing, and muted all the voices of reason in my head. She had caused all the walls I had put up to hold myself back to crumble.

I had been fighting everything I felt for Lauren since we stepped into my studio. No, since the moment we met.

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