“Upper back, I think. That’s what I had in mind while I drew it.” He squinted at the pad. “It’ll fit.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t tattoos hurt? A lot?”
“The pain’s temporary.” He closed the book and reached over her to place it on the coffee table with the charcoal pencil.
“You want me to get a tattoo of Jase’s favorite hookup flower?”
He grinned and flexed his arms around her. “Nah, I want you to get a tat ofmyhookup flower.”
She chuckled and snuggled into him. “Mr. Montgomery, you get an A-plus for avoiding my original question. What does the compass mean?”
“Told you, it doesn’t mean anything.” He tapped the tip of her nose with his fingertip.
He was such a bad liar.
“You mean you’d get ink that doesn’t have special meaning?”
He flinched. “Would you believe me if I told you I have a sudden interest in cartography?”
“No,” she replied, shifting on top of him. “But maybe if I loosen you up, you might talk.”
“Maybe.” He pulled at the collar of her V-neck blouse, glancing down her cleavage. “Depends on what you want to do.”
“Well…” She walked her fingertips along his arm. “I read an article.”
“Fuck.” He knifed up, sitting her across his lap and pinning her against his chest. “Don’t tell me you’re taking away coffeeandsex.”
She laughed and shoved at his arms. “No. Actually, it’s the opposite. Take off your shirt and your pants.”
“See? Now, that’s the kind of article I could get on board with.” He yanked his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
Velma climbed off him and stood, pointing to his crotch. “Pants off before I get back.”
“Aye, Captain.” The gleam in his eye said he enjoyed her commands.
She hustled to the bedroom to grab the edible massage stuff she’d bought especially for tonight. Succulent Strawberry. Brek said he loved strawberries…guess she would find out if he meant it. He also said he preferred her without a top, so she tossed her cardigan to the chair and unbuttoned her blouse to pull it off. Ugh.Be brave, Velma. Try new things.Letting out a careful breath, she unclasped her bra and tossed it with her blouse. No lingerie tonight. She’d just go without a shirt, like he preferred. Her stomach dipped a bit with a combination of lust and uncertainty.
Point one. The sex therapist who wrote the article suggested women should be brazen. Bold.Try new things that make you uncomfortable.
Well, walking all over the house without a top on definitely qualified as making her uncomfortable. For good measure, she peeled off her panties but left her skirt on. That was from point number four.Let him help with some of the undressing.
She squeezed color into her cheeks, checked the mirror, and arranged her hair so it had a messy, sexy vibe. Then, with all of the confidence she could muster, she gripped the bottle and marched back to the living room.
Brek waited, sprawled naked on the couch. Holy crud, he had an amazing body. Thank goodness he had closed the curtains. The semidarkened room gave her a boost of confidence. Also, the neighbors in the building across the street wouldn’t be getting a show.
Velma paused. She’d forgotten the candles. Darn it.
Well, too late for that.
Brek snapped to attention when she did her best attempt at a saunter. Sheesh, she was such a dope. No way could she pull this off.
His eyes went wide, probably at the sight of her traipsing about with no bra. She channeled all the brazen she could find and straddled his thighs, flicking her hair over her shoulder, totally exposing her breasts.
“What articles are you reading? Because I will buy you a lifetime subscription to that magazine.” He lifted his hands to her nipples, stroking them with the rough pads of his thumbs. She glanced to his erection.
Point five.Put your mouth there.Yes, there.
He’d gone down on her more than once, but she’d never had the courage to do it for him. She had kissed his…uh…penisa few times, but self-conscious fear always snuck in before she took it further.
