Her blush spread further. "That's aterribleidea."
"I didn't say anything."
"You didn't have to. It was all over your face. You're looking at me the way I look at pizza."
"If you're suggesting it…"
"We shouldn't," she said with a sigh. "I still might be fated to Jonah."
I let out a slow breath to counter the rage that accompanied his name.
He was lucky I'd had so much practice missing her, or I would've already killed the fucker.
"You're not fated to him," I said."We both know you're mine. You have been, since the first night we were together."
She lifted a finger toward me. "No."
I didn't argue.
If she wasn't kicking me out, I would play nice.
Someone rang the doorbell.
I lifted her as I stood, and she held on easily as I carried her to the door. We'd done this at least a dozen times before.
The delivery driver nodded at me when he saw me holding my female the same way I had when we'd done this two years ago. It was always the same guy.
I nodded back, dropping my wallet on top of the boxes. He placed them in my one free arm, took the cash out of my wallet, and walked away quietly.Just like I'd asked him to the first time, more than seven years earlier.
I locked the door behind us, my bare feet quiet on the cold tile as I walked back to the kitchen.
Liv had never been conscious enough when I bought pizza to realize that it was the same guy. She'd been asleep, half the time.
"You shouldn't smell this good," she grumbled at me, lifting her head as we sat down in the chair. "Where did your earrings go?"
"I took them out after one snagged on a hoodie a couple months ago."
She lifted her hand to fiddle with my earlobe, and went still.
I didn't wonder why.
Her fingers brushed the tattoo slowly. It was the only raised piece of ink I had. I'd gone to the trouble of making Larson find a way to enchant the ink, so my tattoo would never feel smooth like most of them did.
He'd bitched about it until I told him why, then disappeared into his house for four days straight before coming back to my place with the labelled bottle of my artist's preferred ink.
"Niall." Liv's voice was rough but soft, like a brush of her fingers."You shouldn't have done this."
"I wanted you on my skin."
"Did Larson do something to the ink? The whole thing is raised."
I nodded.
She ran her finger over the small battery tattoo, identical to the one behind her ear, but slightly lower on my own skin.
Then she lowered her lips to the tattoo, and slowly dragged the tip of her tongue over it, like I'd done to hers at least a hundred times.
I had to clench my jaw to fight my groan. My cock throbbed violently against her ass.
