Page 39 of Honey Undone
“So?” I asked her. I refused to move from my spot, my body was stiff from leaning on the table to feed her candy but it was worth it when her shoulders eventually relaxed and she started to figure out how to manage the intrusion of pain.
“Belle âme?What does it mean?” She asked me. The script we had picked wasn’t mine, but I wasn’t about to maim her body with my thirteen-year-old chicken scratch. The one chosen was soft and loopy. I stood to look at it, my fingers creeping over her thigh just below it. I felt her tense under my touch, her eyes never leaving mine, waiting for an answer I wasn’t prepared to give her.
“Better hope it’s not French for something gross,” I said with a smile, my fingers flexing on her thigh once before releasing her to let Harry clean and cover it.
“You wouldn’t,” she said back.
“I might,” I said, wetting my bottom lip to keep control of how badly I wanted to kiss the attitude out of her body.
“It’s pretty,” she purred, looking down at it as Harry finished. “Thank you.”
SARAH
Jensen wouldn’t let me help pay for the tattoos and sent me up to the lobby while he did. I looked down at my thigh, fingers brushing over the thin covering that wrinkled around my skin and smiled.
It would be awhile before I forgot the hot, overwhelming need that flooded my body when Jensen had been that close. Any hesitation I had been feeling seemed to rush out as the sexual frustration receded and all that was left was the want and need to have more.
His hair was soft and his touches were purposeful, strong and burning my skin with an invisible branding that I could still feel as I busied myself with the art on the walls. I heard Jensen laughing and turned to see him saying goodbye and slipping back into his button down.
“You hungry?” He asked without skipping a beat.
Butterflies erupted across my chest at how natural it felt to be around him like that and I couldn’t even remember why I was so worried this morning about today. It was like Jensen had always been a permanent fixture in my life and I was only noticing him now.
“Starving,” I said, as he whipped the front door open.
He took my hand without asking as his confidence blossomed and I was quietly dying inside at the feeling of his fingers linked into mine. He glanced at me for a second and his smile softened around the edges.
“What?” I asked, looking over myself for anything that might be making him laugh.
“Nothing,” Jensen chuckled and slowed his pace, “you’re just going to have to get used to me staring at you just because I want to.”
Alright. I could feel the blush crawling up my neck and I narrowed my eyes on him. “Some girls might find that creepy, you know?” I challenged him.
“If it made you uncomfortable, I wouldn’t do it,” he said back, his tone dropping as he wet his bottom lip and stepped in front of me to stop me. Our chests brushed and his eyes flickered to my lips as his smirk grew. “But it doesn’t, you like it. So when you’re done arguing with me…”
“I thought arguing was our thing?” I asked and pressed up on my toes to get eye level with him. “If you’re sick of it already, I’m sure Harry wouldn’t mind picking up the slack,” I said, spinning on my heel to go back to the parlor.
Jensen’s hand tightened around mine and pulled me back, tucking me against his chest and holding me tight with his arm around my lower back. His annoyed huff was hot as it fanned over my cheek and down my neck.
Kiss me.
I begged silently as his eyes looked down at my lips again. He could just as easily reach out with his own and give us both what we’ve been wanting. His fingers pressed into the skin of my lower back and I hadn’t even noticed they’d crept beneath the fabric of my shirt until I was fighting for my life trying not to melt into a puddle from the way he was staring at me.
“That’s fine, Adeline. Be a brat all you want but just know I’m keeping tabs and the day will come when you learn exactly how I deal with your attitude,” he practically growled it, his voice darkening as people walked by us on the street. I held my breath, my thighs clenching together at his threat while my heart raced under my thin shirt.
He loosened his grip and tightened his hand on mine again, “I would like to show you my after tattoo tradition.”
I finally inhaled once he stepped back and started to walk beside me again. I aimed for the car but he gently tugged on my hand to pull me in the other direction. We walked down the street for a while until we came to a restaurant with a busy patio out front and smelled like heaven.
“My second favorite thing in the entire world is chicken wings,” he said to me, letting go of my hand and opening the door for me. “And you will never eat another one as good as these guys make them.”
“Chicken wings?” I chuckled and walked inside with him at my back. The restaurant was nice, it wasn’t as busy inside but there were booths set up in rows and a massive marquee bar against the back wall. The waitress seated us in a quiet back booth and as I slid into it against the burgundy leather it dawned on me, “what’s your favorite thing? You said, chicken wings were your second favorite thing in the entire world, what’s the first?”
“Ask me later,” he huffed, his eyes bright and focused. He ordered us a bunch of food and a beer for himself, leaving me to order what I wanted to drink.
“You know chicken wings on a first date is a bold move,” I said to him as the waitress handed me my gin and seven-up.
“I couldn’t take you to some stuffy steak restaurant,” he scoffed, pausing to scowl at me. “It might have been impressive but it didn’t feel like something you’d enjoy.”
