Page 37 of Honey Undone
“I wantedusto get tattoos,” she corrected me but all I was thinking about was putting my hands through her hair
“Alright, what do you want to get?” Harry asked, grabbing his iPad and getting comfy again. Adeline sat up on the bed, her legs swinging over as I rested against it next to her. I just wanted to be close, to smell her, to feel her. I didn’t want to be in public or around other people. I craved the solitude and her laugh.
“He can pick,” she said looking over at me and I raised my eyebrow at her. “You pick mine, I’ll pick yours.” She poked my side, “unless you'rescared.”
I knew that word would come back to bite me in the ass.
“Fine, but when you have a property of Jensen tramp stamp, you’ll have to start wearing low cut jeans,” I teased, “really show it off.”
“Very funny,” she said, “brave for a man who is begging for aninsert heretattoo.”
Harry barked a loud laugh, “You two bicker like you’re married.”
“Are you really going to let me pick?” I asked Adeline.
“Promise to do something that fits me?” The question was softer than I was expecting out of her usually sassy mouth. I nodded, tempted to push back the rogue lazy wave that hung down in front of her face. “You go first!” She was quick to say, the bold smile returning quickly to her features.
I conceded to her excitement and shrugged out of my shirt leaving me in the fitted tank I’d stolen from Cael’s closet that morning. I felt my temperature rise as Adeline’s eyes raked over me. No matter how many times she did it, her gaze managed to stir up fireworks in the pit of my stomach.
“Do you even have space left?” Adeline stepped forward into my space and my fingers balled into the fabric of the shirt at my side.
“There’s some on my legs,” I said looking down at the minimal space separating our bodies.
“Would you get one here?” She circled me and when her finger ghosted over the skin of my neck behind my ear I shivered, unwillingly and I know she felt it cause a tiny laugh slipped from her. I looked down at her standing by my shoulder and stared into her eyes for a moment, wanting to tell her I’d get her name on my ass if she asked me nicely… hell, I’d do it if she asked me rudely.
“Yeah,” I said, shrugging off the moment of sporadic boyish idiocy that was my feelings. “No dicks.” I pointed at Harry specifically, “Even if he begs you, please don’t put a dick there.”
“No dicks,” Adeline giggled, shuffling closer to Harry to look at his iPad with her hands in the air. The two of them whispered for a few moments before seemingly deciding something that had Adeline turn a new shade of red and sporting a new, unbridled look of excitement on her adorable face.
I sat in the chair and Harry pressed the transfer to my skin, changing the placement twice before Adeline gave him a nod of approval. She said in a chair with her arms over the back staring at me as Harry worked. The needle seemed to vibrate every bone and nerve in my head, I closed my eyes as it dragged in tiny, precise lines.
“Does it hurt?” Adeline asked quietly, her eyes watching my every move.
“It’s just loud,” I said, and I wasn’t lying. The buzzing was incessant and right at the base of my skull as Harry worked.
When I opened my eyes Adeline was staring at me with more worry than amusement, her brows furrowed and her lips were pressed together in a tight line.
“Adeline I’m covered in tattoos." I tried to sooth her concern, giving her a soft smile in return. “It doesn’t hurt.” I winked but my jaw tightened as Harry ran over a practically sensitive spot of bone.
When Harry was finally finished he cleaned up the skin and let me stand up, “I think you’re right Addy, I think that cock and balls suits him perfectly,” Harry said, clapping me on the shoulder as I turned to the mirror terrified to find a tattoo my mother would absolutely disown me for.
Behind my ear in loose, light handwriting was the wordlover. I looked over my shoulder and Adeline who looked proud of herself and I couldn’t help but love it. It was clear that she had written it in handwriting and I should have been worried about her adding such a personal touch to it but I shamefully liked the idea of her marking her territory.
“You’re lucky, I had the perfect tramp stamp planned but I think now I’ll be nice,” I said, before singing Harry’s praise. No matter the subject matter he never failed to impress.
“I think it’s cute,” Adeline said with a smile, “all the girls will love it.”
“Doyoulove it?” I asked her as I turned and Harry covered it with a little saniderm to protect it. She leaned against the wall watching him work when her eyes met mine, a little mischievous glint in them as she nodded.
“Good,” I said, dropping my tone and stepping away from Harry. “Your turn,” I said, stepping closer to her and dropping my eye line to match hers, “or are you chickening out?” I asked in a quiet tone. Harry excused himself, asking Adeline if she needed anything before leaving the room and us alone again.
Adeline looked up at me and shook her head, finally answering my question, “never. Pick a place.” She straightened out with a smile and put her arms out at her side ready for me.
I ghosted my fingers along the underside of her arm, never touching her but I could feel the warmth of her skin. It was intoxicating enough that I almost forgot what I was doing as I circled around her and brushed a knuckle down the side of her throat.
“Are you going to pick, or just touch?” She asked me and when she turned her head our noses nearly touched. I admired the shape of her bottom lip as it curled into a serious expression.
“Well if I have a choice,” I huffed and a smirk formed on my lips. Adeline shook her head but her smile dropped as my fingers splayed out over her stomach. The shirt she’d chosen to wear showed off all the toned muscles of her arms and the lacy bra beneath left nothing to imagination but the urge to get rid of everything between us was loud. Too loud. I needed to breathe, to take a step back before I did something stupid.
