Page 11 of Marked By the Possessive Biker

“Okay, you warned me. Which side do you want?”

She points to her left side.

“Okay, lie down on your right and face me.”

She lies down and tugs her shirt up. All is see is soft, creamy skin, and the sight of it makes my heart constrict. I try to be professional about everything. I help her tuck her shirt up, and I ignore the black of her bra that I can see just a hint of.

I can do this, I tell myself.

She tenses, and I rest my hand on her. “You okay?”

She bites her lip and nods.

“I’m going to freehand this. You trust me?”

She nods again without hesitation.

I get her skin ready and then explain to her what I’m going to do. She listens intently and then lays her head down and closes her eyes. I work on the pair of angel wings and the mountain. I stop a few times and ask her if she needs to rest, but she just shakes her head, telling me she’s fine.

I take my time, lettering the Bible verse underneath the wings.The mountain may crumble but you will not. Isaiah 54:10

Lexi may be young, but she’s experienced the hardest thing a person can experience. The thought of her being sad overcomes me, and I wish I could take her pain away. For just a second, I let myself believe that we can be together, but just as quickly, I tell myself it's not possible. I just tattooed a Bible verse on her body. Everything about her is pure and sweet. She’s everything I’m not. And my life would destroy her.

I can feel her eyes on me, and I turn away as if I’m afraid she’ll see what I’m feeling. “I’m done. Do you want to see it before I put the ink sack on it?”

She nods her head, and I could send her over to the mirror, but instead I grab the handheld and bring it over to her. I hold it so she can see it, and I wasn’t ready for the tears that form in her eyes. Fuck me, I can’t handle her tears.

I lay the mirror down and put a firm hand at her waist. “Are you okay?”

She nods, obviously trying to hold it in, and I’m not sure why, but that bothers me. I want her to let go with me, and I want to be the one to soothe her. This feeling is new to me, and I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I’m not going to fight the urge to hold Lexi and try to make her feel better.

I hold my arms open, giving her the choice on whether she wants me to hold her or not, and when she sits up and dives into my arms, I hold her tightly against me. She’s sitting on the bed, her legs on each side of my hips, and I try to focus on nothingelse but making her feel better. Her face is tucked into my neck. I stroke her hair with one hand, the other against her bare back, rubbing her softness. “It’s okay, Lexi. I’m so sorry about your parents.”

She cries softly and melts into me. I let her cry, softly talking to her. Her hands go to my waist and then trail up my shirt as she pulls back from me. Her eyes are wet, and I release my hold on her so I can wipe my thumbs gently under her eyes. I wipe the wetness off on my shirt, and she laughs softly, embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

I shake my head, still looking at her worriedly. “Don’t be sorry.”

She blinks at me. “Ben?”

I push a loose curl off her cheek and tuck it behind her ear before resting my hand on her shoulder. “Yeah, honey?”

She takes a deep breath in. “Will you kiss me?”

My breath leaves me like I’ve been punched in the gut. There’s no way I can deny her, but I also don’t want to freak out. I want her too damn much, and I’m barely holding on as it is. To have her mouth under mine is going to be an extreme test of my willpower. “It’s not a good idea,” I mutter, my voice sounding strangled.

She nods. “I know.”

My body is trembling in anticipation, but I hold back, trying to be a better man. “Lexi, honey, you’re emotional right now, and?—”

She cuts me off. “Ben, I wanted you to kiss me before I walked in the front door of Heat & Ink. I know it’s not a good idea, but it doesn’t mean it shouldn’t happen.” She tightens her hold on my shirt. “It’s one kiss. Don’t you want to know what it’s like to kiss me?”

I let my head fall back with a groan. Fuck, yeah I want to know what it’s like to kiss her, but I also know that one kiss is not going to be enough.

She puts her hands on the side of my face and forces me to look at her. The chemistry between us is intense. She caresses my jaw, then loops her hands around my neck.

She doesn’t have to say anything else to convince me because she’s offering me the one thing I want more than anything else. Slowly, I lean in and press my lips to hers. She gasps on contact, and I take full advantage, sliding my tongue along hers.

The kiss is everything I thought it would be and more. I pull her to the edge of the bed, and her legs go around my waist. She grinds against me and my hardness presses into her. She moans, and I have to force myself to stop.

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