“More than. So come on, genius, put your mark on me.”
Sierra hikes up her dress, revealing lacy blue panties and smooth, caramel skin. Her thumbs hitch on either side of them and I turn away, blasting the taps so I can wash my hands.
I need to wash my fucking mind.
“One minute, Sierra. You can show me where you want it in a sec.”
Sierra is on my fucking chair, dragging her underwear down to tap her fingernail against the smooth flesh.
I’ve seen many girls naked. So why the fuck am I staring?
I feel like a little kid with a dirty magazine, and the thought makes me snap my attention to the stencil.
“So…” I clear my throat, staring at the image in my hand. “Show me where you want it.”
SIXTEEN
SIERRA
“You need to take your panties off and hold this towel over yourself. If I need to shave the area, I will.” Crane looks uncomfortable, but I’m glad he’s being professional.
Partly.
Because the sight of him sitting astride the chair that he’s skating around on is making me feel strange. His hair is messy, and he’s making no attempt to brush it away from his eyes, meaning my fingers are itching to do it for him.
Nodding, I slide my underwear down past my thighs, slipping one leg out and grabbing the towel to protect my modesty. The thought of Crane getting an eyeful of my most intimate area does something to me deep inside.
Crane clears his throat and gestures for me to move my dress up to my waist.
His eyes travel up my bare legs, but his expression doesn’t change.
It’s like I don’t affect him at all,I realise grumpily.
“Cool, so where is it going?”
His voice is husky and soft, and I feel at ease showing him the spot where I want my first tattoo.
“Here.”
My fingers circle the area, and Crane leans closer, inspecting my skin with a gloved finger.
“I’ll put the stencil on, and you can have a look, see what you think.”
He cleans my skin roughly, muttering something about not needing to shave me.
No, because I’m completely shaved.
Once I’ve given him the go-ahead to ink me, he looks up at me, that annoyed look on his face again.
“Are you absolutely sure?”
I gaze at him, licking my lips slowly.
I want him to know I’m not a kid anymore, but I don’t think he will ever see me as otherwise.
Fuck it.
“Do it.”
