Page 28 of Complete Me
I’ve fucked plenty of women—mostly club patch bunnies—and I’ve never in my life been so screwed up over one. If she weren’t off-limits, I would be begging her right now to let me worship her cunt until she’s dripping all over my table. But she’s Sawyer’s little sister, and no matter how strongly I feel that Kinsey is so much more than that, he’d never agree with me.
With that bucket of ice water dousing the flames currentlylicking at me, I let her finish hiking up her skirt until it’s loosely around her waist while I grab my colored pens.
“I’m gonna draw on what I think you want, and then you can hop down and take a look in the mirror and tell me how you feel.”
“Sounds good. I trust you.”
Jesus, she isn’t making this easy on me. Does she have any idea what she does to me? How deeply she affects me on a visceral level?
I take a few minutes to look at her left hip, studying her pelvis and the natural lines and curves of her shape before drawing on a dainty floral stem that curves along the inside of her hip with several flowers, two in bloom, one partially, and one closed. Once I’m satisfied, I cap my pens and help her sit up.
“Mirror is over there,” I tell her, pointing to the full-length mirror on the other side of the room. “Let me know what you think. I want it to be perfect, Kins, so be honest. This is on you for the rest of your life.”
I love this part, watching my client see the design for the first time, watching their reaction. With Kinsey, I feel it tenfold. When she said what she wanted, I knew exactly what flower to pick, and right now, I’m hoping like hell she loves it, but it won’t hurt my feelings if she wants a different one.
“Reid,” she gasps, covering her mouth and failing to hide the huge smile filling her face. I walk up behind her, probably too close, but I don’t give a shit right now. She smells like fresh flowers and sage, and I’m starting to become addicted to it. Her hair tie only faintly smells of her. Maybe there’s something else of hers I could take. Just to borrow.
The thought slams into me intrusively, and even I’m shocked. This is some unhinged shit Malice would do. That’snot me. Even if I would love to hold her panties to my nose while I jerk off, the smell of her pussy filling my lungs.
“Yeah?”
“It’s beautiful. It’s better than I imagined it would be.”
Pride fills me as I watch her face in the mirror.
“Good. That’s what I want to hear.”
“What flower is this?”
“Gladiolus.”
“I’ll be honest with you, I’ve never heard of them before. What on earth made you pick it? Seems kinda random.”
Shit. Now or never, I guess.
“You, little fighter.”
Her eyes flash up to meet mine in the mirror, a look of shock and confusion sliding across her face. “Me?”
“They symbolize strength. Little sword, warrior, orfighter,” I whisper.
Kinsey turns, and we’re so damn close that she’s practically in my arms. No longer looking in the mirror, she arches her neck to look up at me, and I swear I’ve never been so close to saying ‘fuck it’ in all my thirty-two years on Earth. I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone as much as I want to kiss Kinsey Hayes right now.
But I can’t.
So instead, I allow myself a moment, running my fingers over the soft skin of her brow, tucking pieces of her hair behind her ear. Our skin is a sharp contrast—hers so light and pure, mine calloused and covered in thick, dark ink. It’s a stark reminder of how wrong I am for her. Her eyes flutter closed, her chest rising and falling harder as her breathing picks up, and I know I’ve affected her. Knowing this has to stop, I let my hand drop just as she releases a small sigh.
And because I’m a glutton for punishment and am losing all restraint when it comes to her, I lean down and kiss themiddle of her forehead. Her quick intake of air makes my heart beat rapidly in my chest, and I want so fucking badly to see what other reactions I can pull from her.
Taking a step back, I turn and walk over to my station with Kinsey on my heels. She climbs back up onto my table in silence and gets comfortable. I glove back up, setting up my equipment and ink, and steady my breathing as I lean over her, hovering my machine over the newly drawn design.
“Are you ready, Kins?”
“I want this, Reid. I’m so glad it’s you.”
“Me too, sweetheart.”
I swipe her skin with petroleum jelly and then gently place my machine down, getting started on the delicate tattoo. Kinsey’s breath hitches as I steady my needle, outlining the blossom of the flower on her hip. I’ve never been distracted before while tattooing, and I don’t know what the fuck has come over me or what I’m thinking putting myself in this position.
