She reaches behind her to unclasp the bra. It lands on top of her dress. Next, she pushes her panties down her legs. My gaze wanders down her body, and my heart kicks up with speed. Why do I feel like this is something I’ve never done before? Sex with a woman is nothing new. Except with Daisy, it feels like my first time. Like I’m a nervous teenager who doesn’t know where to put his cock.
Then I see the tattoo. She hasn’t removed it. My chest swells with pride to see her body marked with my name.
She’s mine.
The words scream in my head.
And fuck, I’m in a whole lot of trouble.
twenty-two
DAISY
Kadeghostsafingerover my tattoo. “You haven’t removed it. Why?”
“I’m trying to build up the courage. I heard it hurts more than getting tattooed.” That’s a lie. For some reason, I can’t bring myself to have it lazered off. It’s a reminder of not always being the good girl everyone expects me to be.
I awkwardly move my arms, not sure what to do with them. I feel like, with him fully clothed, I need to cover myself.
Like he senses my discomfort, he unbuttons his shirt painfully slow. Finally, he shrugs out of it, and my breath catches. Fully clothed, I could tell Kade was built, but without his shirt, it’s more than I could’ve imagined. Every part of him is hard and strong. Ropey muscles on his arms. Defined pecs. Sculptured abs. A body that makes my mouth water. But what takes my breath away even more is the artwork covering almost every inch of his skin.
Dozens of intricate chains weave through tattoos of skulls, tribal patterns, birds and crosses. They all look like they’ve been planned perfectly.
“They’re… beautiful.” I glide my fingertips over the images as I walk around him. The chains flow to his back and entwine with more elaborate designs. One catches my eye. Smiling, I rub my fingers over it. “You have a daisy chain tattoo.”
“The night you got your tattoo, Tricia, the tattoo artist, decided that because I didn’t get your name inked, like I dared you to do, she’d pay me back this way.” He chuckles. “It’s not my usual style.”
I poke him in his side, and he jerks, like I’ve tickled him. “It serves you right. You tricked me.” Now that I see the design on his back, I love it more that he calls me Daisy Chain.
He grabs my wrists and pulls me in front of him, smashing my body up against his. I unzip his pants and then push them down his legs. The chains and other designs continue down his body, wrapping around his thighs. When I reach for the waistband of his underwear, Kade stops me. I gaze up at him questioningly.
“We’ll get to that later.”
“I’m completely naked, but you’re not? That’s not fair.”
“I don’t want to scare you away.”
I burst out laughing. “Scare me away? Is this your way of telling me you're huge?”
He smiles with a hint of arrogance in his eyes. “You’ve felt it. Seen it. Am I wrong?”
When I refuse to give him the satisfaction of an answer, he smirks like he knows he’s right.
“Are you ready to go swimming?” he asks.
“We reallyareswimming?”
“That’s why I closed the area off. Why? What did you think we were doing?” His lips twitch.
I know he’s teasing. I’m grateful he hasn’t rushed straight to his bed. Even though I know this is what I want, I’m nervous, and he’s been distracting me and easing me into it.
He dives in, and when he surfaces, he wipes water from his face and waves for me to join him.
I’m not the most confident swimmer, and instead of diving in, like he did, I sit on the edge and lower myself in. The water is warm and inviting.
Swimming over to him, he clutches my hips, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He stares at me long and hard, and I feel it burning into me.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you in front of the tattoo shop. I think if I told you what I wanted then, I would’ve scared the hell out of you.”
