A regal fox stares back at me, its observant, intelligent eyes that took forever to get perfect. I spent hours detailing every single hair on its body, and it’s reflected here with precision.
The back of my eyes sting as I lean forward and trace my fingers over the fox on his ribcage. “You liked my art that much?” I settle a palm over it, my hand not even covering the entire thing.
When my gaze lifts, it collides with Gavin’s. “Iloveyour art.”
My heartsingsat his words.
He continues, unaware of the chorus in my chest. “Everything you’ve ever made is perfection. But I got this because you made it forme. You could’ve drawn me a spider, and I would’ve wanted it inked on my body forever, because it was for me.”
Pride unfurls in my chest, like petals blossoming in the light.
He lowers himself back to the bench across from me, his dark gaze roaming over my body as he spreads his arms along the edge of the hot tub. The tattoos over his thick shoulders and arms shift with the movement, and droplets of water run down his throat and chest.
“Spread your legs, Lena.” He stares at my knees with an intensity that sends heat surging in my core.
Playfully biting my bottom lip, I part my knees an inch just to toy with him.
As I expected, he glares up at me, his thinning restraint rippling across the hot tub. “Wider,” he grits out.
I grant him a few more inches, revealing a tiny glimpse of the black lace between my thighs.
A low groan escapes his control. “All the way open for me. I’m not going to ask again.”
Watching every flicker of his jaw, I widen my legs until my knees bump the edge of the hot tub.
“That’s my girl.” He hums with satisfaction as his attention settles on the apex of my thighs.
That’s my girl.
My heart turns to liquid at his claim.
Looking down, I try to imagine what I look like for him, leaning back on my hands, legs spread wide, thong disappearing under me, hard nipples pushing against my black lace bra.
Ragged breaths puff from his parted lips, his arms spanning the side of the hot tub like a king as he watches me with feral delight. All he has to do is look at me like that and I’m throbbing with anticipation.
New job idea:
11. This. Just this.
“Have you been aching for me? Needing me between those pretty thighs?” he asks, and all I can do is nod. “I know. I’ve been aching to be there too. Now take off your bra.”
“Bossy,” I murmur, reaching behind me to flick open the clasp. The straps slip from my shoulders, and I cover myself with one arm while I drop the fabric behind me.
He lets out a dark chuckle. “I think you like bossy.” When I bite back a grin, it’s all the answer he needs. “Move your arm, Lena. I want to see what I’ve been missing.”
As I uncover myself, his shoulders move with unsteady breaths. The cold air hits my peaked nipples, and my breasts grow unbearably heavier as his hungry gaze devours them.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby. More perfect than I imagined.” He leans forward on the bench eagerly.
I can’t help but preen under his compliment. I’ve wished for his undivided attention like this for years, and to finally have it is making every nerve in my body buzz with pleasure.
“You imagined this?” I tease, lifting my fingers to rub soft circles over my cold, tight nipples.
He chokes on a breath. “Fuck yeah, I have.” A breathy sigh sneaks past my lips, and his control dissolves further. “Pull your thong to the side, Lena.”
Swallowing my nerves, I slide a hand down my stomach until it touches fabric. I can’t resist letting my fingers circle my clit once through the lace, and a low moan rattles from my chest.
His eyes flare, and a wicked smile coats his lips. “No touching yet, my little menace.”
