“It’s okay. Can’t have you peeking.”
Shaking her head, she laughs, and the moment feels right. The guys aren’t here, and we have the whole night ahead of us. Prepping the area, I run my fingers across her soft skin. Placing the stencil, I press it down carefully, then peel it back. Inspecting its placement, I turn my machine on. Cora jumps a bit at the sound.
“Are you ready? You can back out if you really want to,” I offer, even though I hope like hell she doesn’t.
“Let’s do this.”
“Alright, baby, tell me if you need a break. It’ll be a couple of hours,” I warn her, then get started on the outline.
I went back and forth for weeks on this design. Cora deserves a design that was made specifically for her. If she had asked me for a butterfly or something, I would have done it, but I’m glad she’s trusting me. Settling in, an hour passes in a blur. The buzz of my tattoo gun and the music through the shop are the only sounds.
“How are you holding up?” I check, wiping her skin where I’m working. The lines and detail took a little while, but I’m almost ready to add in some color.
“I’m good,” she mumbles. “Is it weird that it doesn’t really hurt? I mean, some of the longer lines feel different, but it’s not bad.”
Smiling, I nod. “Everyone’s different. Some people cry or swear. I once had a guy fall asleep while I did his head.”
“Are you serious?” She sounds shocked. I know I was, too.
“Yeah, big biker guy.” I laugh. “Tough as nails that one.”
“Am I doing good?”
Biting back a groan at the double meaning in her question, I nodin agreement even though I know she can’t see me. “You’re doing great, Cora. Do you need a break?”
“Nope. I might have to get Kash to give me one of those 3D ones that he creates,” she muses.
I freeze in place, imagining his hands on her skin,touching her. Like fuck will he touch her. None of them will.
“No,” I growl. “They will not touch your body at all.” I wish like hell I could touch her like I want, but instead I lean closer to her ear and whisper, “This is my body to do with and touch as I please, isn’t it, Firefly? You’ll never know what it’s like to have another man, no matter who it is.”
“Don’t be crazy,” she starts.
“I am crazy. Crazy about you. Crazy for you. Crazy about us. You haven’tseenmy crazy yet.”
Enjoying the way she shivers, I get back to work. It’s not as much color as I normally would use, but it’s the only color that matters to me now. After another hour passes, I pull back and admire my work. It’s the best tattoo I’ve ever done.
After cleaning the area around her shoulder and applying the ointment, I take off my gloves. “You’re all done, Firefly. Let me help you up.” Leaving the mask on her eyes, I take the opportunity to spin her and kiss her like I’ve wanted to all night.
Her mouth feels so soft and hot on mine, but she wastes no time leaning into me. Careful not to touch her shoulder, I pull her closer and stiffen when she brushes against my dick.
Using my other hand, I tilt her head back so I can deepen and control the kiss. It’s been a long day, and after I’ve been living the last few on edge, I’m ready to move on.
I need her.
Cora’s hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. I can feel the heat through her tights, and it’s almost my undoing.
Reluctantly, I pull back and press my lips to her forehead. “You ready to see it?”
Cora nods excitedly.
“Alright, pretty girl. Just remember it’s permanent, so there’s no going back,” I joke.
“Just show me already!”
“Wait here,” I command, making sure that no one could see us if they happen to walk past the shop. It’s well after midnight, but I’m not taking a chance. Grabbing one of the loose floor-length mirrors, I set it against the wall in front of me, angling it so it hits the mirror behind me. “Okay. Don’t look until I tell you.”
Sitting in the chair first, I pull her into my lap, her chest to mine. Taking off the blindfold, she can see her reflection in the mirror that’s in front of her, but it also gives her the chance to see her reflection in the mirror behind her.
