Love and Tattoos (11 page)

And it was worth it if she got to look at him. It had been a while since she'd seen him
, up close and personal. His choice of clothing was always the same: jeans, snake skin boots, t-shirts that stretched just right across his chest and biceps, a little silver hoop in one ear, wavy hair just a little longer than shaggy, and the barb wire tattoo on his right wrist. She always wondered, wanted to know if there were other tattoos, but she'd never been brave enough to ask.

Then she remembered that she was still tonguing the spoon.

“I uh…” She lowered the utensil and swallowed against embarrassment. “I wanted to see you, talk to you.” She kept her eyes focused on his face, made sure she didn't drop her gaze below his belt. She didn't know if he wore boxers or briefs, but his jeans always gave an outline away of what he was packing and it drove her a little mad. Right now wasn’t the time to be tipping her hand and letting him know she was still just as attracted to him, still just as in lust with him as she had been the last time they saw each other.

Though the lascivious display with the
spoon might have tilted her hand a teensy bit.

“
This is my business, Cass and it’s a busy one. I don’t have time to chit chat with you.”

Cass smiled. She could play that game too.
“And yet, here you are, outside the truck, chit chatting with me when you could have just let me walk away.”

Also by Lissa Matthews:

Single Titles:

Simple Need

Carnal Ecstasy

Ink Spots

The Swing

The Demon is an Angel

Stick Shift

Arrested Holiday

Pink Buttercream Frosting

Twisted Up

Melting Jane

Keep It Together

Trouble In The Making

Series:

Blue Jeans and Hard Hats:

Sweet Caroline

Cracklin' Rosie

Forever In Blue Jeans

Denali Heat:

Arctic Shift

Masked:

Masked

UnMasked

Revealed

The Bar Next Door:

Malachi's Word

Coming Soon:

Slide Down On Me

The Cupcake Cowboy

Eli's Promise