Page 46 of Unhinged Magic
I dragged my eyes from the soft fabric that I knew would never leave my mind until I got to see more.
Would I get to touch her there again? To taste her?
This was a really bad idea.
Skye then lifted her top up, enough to expose the supple skin I was about to etch my ink into.
Fuck. My. Life.
After going through my normal motions, I was ready to begin. “This might sting a little,” I warned. “Are you ready?”
She nodded. “Yeah, do it.” She stared up at the ceiling, focused hard on something.
“Take a deep breath,” I encouraged. “Try to be still.”
The moment I inflicted her skin, she gasped, but thankfully didn’t move.
As I inked the outline of the dove, it took all my will to remain professional. My free arm constantly brushed her skin as I worked, the proximity to her, the act of this entire scenario engulfing me in a way I had never let emotions do before. I wanted her so badly, to hold her, to comfort her. Without this blanket of confusion constantly smothering us. I lost myself in thoughts of her, of what we could be. Time passed quickly, adrift in these thoughts.
She did well, coping with the pain better than I thought she would. I hated having to tell her there was more to come.
“Just a heads up, I need to do some shading. It tends to be more painful.”
She lifted her head, staring down at me for a moment, her lips pursing as she blew out a slow breath.
“That’s it, deep breaths for me,” I encouraged.
As I added the shading that I knew would make the piece of art come to life, her hand clamped around my forearm of my free hand.
“It burns,” she said, wincing.
“Hang in there. Give me a little longer and it’s done.”
Time dragged, but I soaked up every single moment of it. Every touch. Every gasp.
When I was done, I sat back, admiring my work. “What do you think?” I motioned for her to step in front of the mirror.
Skye stood, studying her new tattoo. “I love it. It’s perfect. Thank you.”
“Anytime.” And I meant it. I would gladly repeat that moment, given the opportunity. I couldn’t believe she just let me do that. Had I somehow missed the memo about Skye being so impulsive?
I had to admit, I liked it.
Skye came closer, staring warily at me. “You look like you’re lost in thought.”
I covered her new tattoo with a bandage, careful of my hand’s placement.
“Yeah,” I said, standing again and resting against the front counter. The edge dug into my spine. “Just got a lot on my mind.”
“You mean us.”
I sighed. “Yeah, us.” I pushed my hands into the front pockets of my pants, staring tentatively back at her. “It’s all I can think about, Skip.”
She closed the space between us, pressing her hands to my chest, the warmth of her touch spreading a tremor through me. The intensity of it seemed to grow the more time we spent together.
I held my breath as her palm cupped my jaw. Her touch ignited my bare skin. When she raised onto her toes, pressing her lips against mine, I willingly let her tongue explore my own, an instant charge of emotions hitting me at once. The bond tugged at my core, dragging through me until it settled on my fingertips. It was a feeling I had never experienced. As if rebelling, the pads of my fingers ached. I didn’t understand it.
Skye pressed into me as I deepened our kiss, my hands falling to the small of her back as I gently nudged her to me, careful not to put any pressure on her still-raw tattoo. I nestled my hipsagainst her, wanting her to feel how insanely turned on I was, what she did to me.
