Page 29 of Tattooed Boss
“Hell yeah.”
“Okay, close your eyes.”
“Close my eyes?”
“Yes. This is my favorite part; just humor me.”
“Whatever you wish.” He let his eyes slip shut. Her small hand slid into his, and she gave him a sturdy yank. He got to his feet and let her guide him. He knew his shop better than anything, so he could map the path in his mind. Still, he allowed Harley to steer him toward the mirror.
They came to a stop, and she rested her hands on his shoulder. Her lips pressed against his neck, and he moved to grab her, but she jumped away with a squeak. “Not until you see.”
“Then can I open my eyes?”
“One. Two. Three. Open!”
With a laugh, he lifted his lids and looked at the reflection. The tattoo was a piece of art, but more than that, it was a piece of Harley that would now live forever on his body. It was everything he had hoped for, the little nods to his small town and now hers. And was that? He laughed again. The pinup girl had purple mixed in with her black hair.
“I hope you don’t mind the little change.”
“It’s everything,” he said.
She bounced in place, clapping her hands together, and that was the cutest fucking thing he’d ever witnessed.
“Let me cover it now.” She hurried to her workspace and grabbed the bandage and made quick but delicate work of covering the tattoo. When she finished, she stood, and he was done waiting. He crashed his lips to hers, releasing all the tension building in his body.
A tiny squeak slipped from her lips, but then she thrust her fingers into his hair, loosening the band that secured his strands in place. He popped her button and yanked down her zipper, shoving his hand beneath her silk underwear until he found her wet and ready for him.
He groaned against her mouth as he slipped a digit into her moist center. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she ground against his palm.
He dragged his mouth from hers, kissing a path down her neck and across those beautiful tits. Her walls tightened around his finger, and he slipped another inside.
She arched into him, whimpering as he circled his thumb around the swollen bundle of nerves. Pressure built in his cock, begging him for a release.
His head dipped into her neck, his breath coming out in a huff. “I know I promised you slow, but I need you too much right now.”
“I’m yours. Take me however you need me.”
He exhaled, wondering how in the hell he got so lucky to deserve this magnificent woman. He gripped her ass and hauled her against the wall. Her hands fumbled with his belt, shoving them to his ankles.
“Shit, I need a condom.”
She grabbed his face, her dark eyes boring into him. “I’m on the pill. Just fuck me. Please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Ask me again, and I’ll hurt you. Please, Garrett. I need you.”
Those words were like an electric shock, coursing through his body and lighting a million sparks of desperation and desire. He spread her open, and with a hard thrust, he sank inside her. She sighed, and he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, taking in her vanilla cinnamon scent, savoring the feel of his pulsing cock surrounded by her slick walls.
“This is going to be quick,” he said. “But I promise I will make up for it.”
She grabbed his shirt collar, yanking him toward her. “Kiss me.”
He did as she asked, crashing his mouth to hers, taking every ounce that she gave. Their lips, tongues, and teeth clashed in a frenzy of need.
His heart pounded, and with each frantic beat, he realized he’d do anything for this woman. Somewhere between their first meeting at the convention and now, he’d fallen in love with her. It was crazy and irrational, but he didn’t care. He was in love with this beautiful woman, and he’d fight for her with every last breath.
Her nails dug into his shoulder, her body tightening around his cock. She was so close. “Wait for me,” he said against her ear.