Page 45 of Unhinged Magic
Her gaze burned into mine, both the intensity between us and our proximity capturing my every sense. She swiftly objected, her head nodding to the side. “No, I love it. Iwantit.”
I arched a brow. “The sketch in a frame?”
A smile touched her lips. “No, the tattoo.”
My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. “You want me to ink you?”
She nodded, her smile turning so wide a dimple indented her left cheek.
“What,now?” A wad of air bobbed in the back of my throat, and my mouth turned dry. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more right now. To have her skin under my hands, my ink staining her,imprintingher.
Her thumb grazed the underside of my wrist, and I nearly lost my shit.
“Would you?” she questioned.
Fucking hell. I cleared my throat. “You don’t want to take a day or two to think this through? A few hours even?”
“Nope,” she replied, popping the 'p'.
This girl was unreal. I had been dancing on coals around her, scared to be burned, yet she was open to letting me tattoo her without taking the time to even question it.
I deadpanned her. “Are you for real?”
Skye scanned the small space that was Inked, the business I had built from scratch. “Do you have time to do it now?”
Do. It. Now.
She could have said the words 'fuck me' for all my dick heard as it grew harder by the second.
“Yeah, I’ve got time. I was only doing book work. You’re sure about this?” I asked, hoping like hell she would not change her mind.
She nodded once, releasing my hand and keeping hold of the sketch.
“Ok.” I rubbed the base of my neck, trying to hide the fucking delight soaring inside of me. “Where do you want it?”
Fuck. Bad choice of words.
The corner of her mouth rose as she spoke, a sudden wry look shading her irises. “Here.” Her middle finger moved across the material of the jeans she wore, stopping on the spot between her belly button and hip bone.
There was no denying how intimate this would be.
Pull your fucking shit together.
“Ok, if you go lay down over there, I’ll be with you in a moment.”
She did what I asked, giving me the distraction I needed to discretely adjust myself in my pants as I gathered everything I needed. I turned my head, looking at her over my shoulder, catching her blatantly staring at my ass.
Stay professional.
I arched a brow. “Do you want it exactly as I’ve drawn it? No color?”
Her blue-green gaze flooded my senses with her. “Exactly the same, only smaller.”
After confirming the exact size, I made my way over to her. “If you just lay back, I need to sterilize the area. You will need to unzip your pants a little.”
A fleeting look passed between us, the air in the room suddenly growing a pulse.
She unzipped her jeans, moving them ever-so-slightly down her hips, revealing her underwear. I clenched my jaw at how sheer the material was, the sight of the thin trail of hair like an ancient curse calling to my soul. I’d felt it yesterday. The line of hair veering south like a landing strip.
