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I frown, and he narrows his eyes. “Sit.”

 

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I lower myself to the stairs and look up into his face, wondering what the fuck he’s going to do next. He unbuckles his belt and opens his slacks, and just when I think he’s going to free his cock so I can go to work on it, he kneels in front of me.

I feel my eyes widen and roam over this angry, beautiful man. He’s kneeling before me, still not touching me.

“Lean back on your elbows,” he whispers, and I comply. 

“Pull your skirt up around your hips.” Again, I comply, and I feel my breathing quicken. I feel completely exposed, because I am, from the waist down. I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t wearing underwear.

Nate’s eyes dilate, and he sucks in a deep breath. His eyes are narrowed on my pussy, and his hands are flexing in and out of fists, and I know he’s dying to touch me.

“Touch me, babe,” I whisper.

His molten gray eyes find mine as he reaches up and tucks a stray curl of hair behind my ear, sending shivers through me.

“You are so beautiful, Julianne.”

“Touch. Me,” I whisper again, and he clenches his eyes closed for a heartbeat and looks back down my body again, raking me with his gaze.

“Nate.” I get his attention with the strength of my voice. “You won’t hurt me, my love.”

He growls and plants his fists on the stairs at my hips and pushes himself up to kiss me, slipping his tongue in my mouth, tangling and sliding along mine. This kiss is urgent and needy. I wrap his hair in my fingers to hold him to me, but he backs away, panting, eyes on fire and says, “Elbows on the stairs.”

“Oh.”

Finally—FINALLY!—he slides his large hands up the outsides of my thighs to my hips and pulls me forward to the edge of the step and lowers his head. He blows on my center, raising my skin in goose bumps. He spreads my thighs wide, spreading my labia in the process, and licks me from my anus to my clit and back down again.

“Holy fuck!” My head falls back as my hips come up off the stairs.

Nate holds my hips firmly, presses his face into my pussy and kisses me, plunging his soft, talented tongue inside me, swirling around and around, and presses his nose against my clit.

Electricity is shooting through my core, up my spine, and out my limbs. I look down at him, and his hot gray gaze is pinned on my face, alive with lust.

“Oh God, babe, I’m gonna…” I can’t finish the sentence.

He moves that tongue up along my lips to press on my clit and roughly pushes two fingers inside me, pressing down, and I come apart, my muscles pulsing and milking his fingers, my clit throbbing against his tongue.

He kisses and nips at the insides of my thighs and my pubis, and then pulls his fingers out of me and sticks them in his mouth, sucking my sweetness off of them.

“You’re delicious,” he whispers. He reaches up and loosens my halter straps, letting the bodice fall around my waist, exposing my naked breasts. “Jesus.”

Nate leans in and circles one nipple with his nose. My breathing is still erratic from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me, and that nose on my nipple sends fire straight to my core, and I moan his name.

He wraps his lips around the tight bud and worries the other with his fingers. I reach up with one hand and tangle my fingers in his hair, and he backs up and glares at me.

“Elbows on the stairs,” he repeats.

“No, I want to touch you.”

“I’ll restrain you if I have to. Elbows on the stairs.”

Fuck.

I comply, completely turned on by his need to control me. To control this.

His mouth covers the other breast, and he sets about making me crazy again, writhing beneath him.

He suddenly pulls back, grips my hips and lifts me, and flips me onto my knees.

“I need you,” he growls, and I hear him push his pants down his hips. “Now.”

He slams into me, hard, and I cry out in surprise and just a little pain. The apa feels larger than usual, pressed against the very core of me.

“Jesus, baby, you’re so wet and tight.” He moves out and in once again, as hard as before, and I moan.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“This is gonna be rough, baby.”

“Good,” I respond.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Just do it, babe. Fuck me.”

He spanks my right ass cheek and grips my hips roughly and begins to pound in and out of me in a fast, desperate rhythm. He spanks me again, twice, and I moan at the pleasure of the sting, loving that he is crazy with lust for me, that I can make him lose himself in me.

“Fuck, baby.” He tightens his grip on me and slams into me one last time, his release pushing through him, and takes me over with him.

He’s panting and shaking behind me. He doesn’t pull out of me. He leans over and kisses between my shoulder blades and rests his cheek there, his hands planted on the stairs by my elbows.

“Are you okay?” he whispers, making me smile.

“I’m fantastic. Are you okay?”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, babe.” I kiss his bicep. “You rocked my fucking world.”

He chuckles and pulls out of me, making me gasp as I feel that apa pull along the walls of my pussy.

“Jesus, I’m glad you’re not afraid of needles.” I turn and sit my bottom on the stairs and look up into his bright gray eyes.

He’s relaxed now, the anger and frustration seemingly released with rough sex and a hot orgasm.

“You’d look amazing with a tattoo,” he murmurs.

I narrow my eyes at him. “You were inside me less than thirty seconds ago, and now you’re being cruel.”

“I’m not being cruel. I’m being serious.”

I tilt my head and run my eyes over his sexy tattoos, and for the first time in my life, I consider it. “Yours are hot.”

“I have an excellent artist, if you ever change your mind.” His eyes are warm and filled with lust, his lips in a half smile looking down at me, and something shifts in me.

“Let’s go talk to him tomorrow.”

Nate’s jaw drops, and his eyes widen. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. I’ll consider it.” I shrug, trying not to show how nervous I am at the thought of someone coming at me with needles in a gun thingy, but he sees right through me.

He always sees right through me.

“You don’t have to do that for me,” he murmurs.

I shake my head. “Adding permanent artwork to my body and undergoing torture at the hands of a needle is not something I’d do for any man. Maybe it’s time to face a few of my fears.”

He laughs and pulls me to my feet, throws me over his shoulder and slaps my ass, then climbs the stairs.

“Shower,” he says with a smile in his voice.

“Good idea.”

***

“Are you sure about this?” Nate asks.

“No.”

“Do you want to leave?” He grips my hand harder and kisses my temple.

“No.”

“What the hell, McKenna?” The tattoo-covered man smirks at Nate and smiles kindly at me. He’s the guy with the weapons of mass destruction. “You’re gonna be fine, sugar. What you’re getting is tiny, and it’ll take me all of ten minutes, tops.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I close my eyes and lean my head back in the tattoo chair. Mr. Tattoo leans the chair back so I’m lying flat.

“Okay, pull your pants down.”

“Fuck, dude, really?” Nate glares at him, and it makes me giggle.

“Just a perk of my job, man.” He smiles and shrugs, and I relax until I see him pick up a gun-like thing and come toward me.

“Wait.”

He stops with his eyebrows raised.

I lick my lips. “Um, how many tattoos have you done?”

“Thousands,” he responds.

“Are you good with that gun thingy?” I ask, and he glares at me.

“This is not a gun. It’s a machine.”

Oh.

“Are you good with your machine?” I ask, and a wolfish smile spreads across his handsome face. Nate swears under his breath again.

“Honey, you have no idea.”

“I’m serious.”

“Okay.” He sits forward, elbows on his knees, and looks me in the eye. “I’ve been doing this for almost twenty years. I majored in art in college, so I’m pretty good. I’ve never had an unsatisfied customer. You saw the portfolio earlier.”

I nod and take a deep breath. Besides, he’s right. What I’ve chosen is super small.

“Sweetheart, we wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think he’s the best.” Nate squeezes my hand reassuringly again, and I relax a little.

“Okay.” I unbutton my jeans and shimmy them down so my left hip bone is exposed. I point out where I want the tattoo. “Right there.”

“No problem, just sit back and take some deep breaths.” Tattoo Guy—I’ve forgotten his real name in my panicked horror—rubs the stencil on my skin, pours the ink into tiny plastic jars, and picks up his
machine.

When he turns to me with it in hand, I feel my eyes go wide. “You’re going to try to kill me with that thing, aren’t you?”

“No.” He laughs hard and shakes his head. “This is going to be quick, really.”

“Look at me,” Nate says, his voice full of humor.

I look up into his soft gray eyes and grip his hand more firmly as I feel Tattoo Guy grip my hip with one hand.

“Just focus on me, baby,” Nate says. “What do you want to do when we leave here?” He brushes my hair off my face and smiles down at me.

The
machine
starts up, and I flinch.

“Um, I don’t know.”

“Let’s go for a ride on the bike,” he whispers in my ear, and I close my eyes and focus on his voice.

“That’s appropriate. Tattoos and motorcycles,” I whisper back.

He laughs softly and kisses my cheek.

“Here we go,” Tattoo Guy says, and I feel a slight sting on my hip.

I clench my eyes closed tightly, and suddenly Nate is kissing me, softly, teasingly, running those soft lips over mine, nipping the sides of my mouth, and then taking the kiss even deeper. He’s still holding my right hand in his tightly, and his other hand is cupping my face, holding me to him.

The stinging is persistent but not too bad. Nate’s lips are the perfect distraction.

“You’re doing great,” he whispers against my lips, and I open my eyes to look into his. “He’s almost done, Jules.”

“How do you know?” I whisper back.

He smirks and kisses me again, with more fervor, until finally, I hear someone clearing his throat loudly.

“I think he’s done,” I whisper against Nate’s lips, and he smiles down at me.

“All done,” Tattoo Guy announces and sits the chair up. “Take a look before I cover it up.”

He hands me a hand mirror, and I look down at the new little piece of art on my left hip. It sits low, so a bikini will cover it up. Only Nate and I will know it’s there.

“So, what does it mean to you?” Tattoo Guy asks.

“It’s the ace of hearts,” I murmur. It is a small red heart with an A above and to the left of it, like in the corner of a playing card. “It’s Nate.”

I look up and find Nate staring at my hip, his eyes dilated. His breathing has gone ragged, and my breath catches. Jesus, he’s all turned on and just looks so…primal.

“Are you okay?” I ask him.

“Fine.”

“Don’t you like it?”

Without looking at me, he says to his friend, “Cover it up so we can get out of here.”

Shit, he doesn’t like it.

I wanted to get something that reminded me of Nate, without actually having his name tattooed on my body. The ace of hearts made sense. I call him ace all the time, and he has my heart, just like I wear his around my neck every day.

After my new tattoo is covered and I’ve been given instructions on how to care for it until it heals, Nate pays his friend, and we walk over to his motorcycle.

“Where do you want to go for a ride to?” I ask and reach for my helmet, but Nate stops me, grabbing my hand and pulling me to him.

“Jules, I…”

“What’s wrong?” I lean my belly against him and gaze up at him. “I’m sorry if you don’t like the tat, Nate…”

“I love it. It’s sexy as fuck, and I love seeing part of me on you. I’m just surprised that it’s what you chose.” He looks down at me with a frown, looking a little confused, and a knot forms in my belly. Maybe it was presumptuous to get this particular tattoo this early in our relationship?

“I should have talked it over with you first.” I close my eyes and look down. “It just seemed like the right thing to do.” I shrug and grin. “And I love it. I think it looks sexy. Natalie is going to wig out when she sees it.”

“It’s kind of a commitment,” he murmurs, and I swallow. “Like moving in together.”

Shit.

He tilts my chin up with his fingers, making me look him in the eye, and I calm at his loving, happy expression. He’s right. I’ve committed to having a piece of art that reminds me of him permanently displayed on my body. Why am I fighting the idea of living with him?

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Okay what?” he asks, gazing intently into my eyes, as if he’s trying to read my mind. His hands tighten at the small of my back, and I smile shyly.

“Okay, let’s move in together.”

“Seriously?” He’s still searching my eyes, hope and love moving across his face, and I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.

“Yes. Seriously. Let’s start looking into it this week.”

Suddenly, Nate’s face splits in two with the widest grin I’ve ever seen on him, and he lifts me and spins me around with a loud, “Hell yeah!”

We’re both laughing as he sets me back on my feet.  He cups my face in his hands and kisses me gently but deeply, lovingly, and I melt against him.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. “Come on, let’s go for that ride.” He hands me the helmet, and I frown down at it.

“Can’t I ride without this? I like the wind in my hair.”

“Hell no. Safety first.”

He fastens the helmet on my head and then puts his own on, and we climb on the bike. I snuggle up behind him, wrap my arms around his belly and lean my cheek on his back, between his shoulder blades. “Where do you want to go, baby?” he calls back to me.

I take a deep, contented breath and smile. “I don’t care. Just go.”

And he does, taking off out of the parking lot and toward the freeway, driving fast but not recklessly. I know he’s more careful when I’m with him, and it makes me feel safe. He merges onto the freeway heading north but exits about five miles later and takes us on a ride around Lake Washington on little roads I didn’t even know were there. The view is amazing, and I watch the pretty boats on the water, and  it occurs to me that it’s almost the end of May already, and the weather is warming.

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