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him?”
“Yeah, he wanted another one. It’s kind of a ritual for him.”
Tanner nodded, then moved closer, tilting his head. His eyes surveyed my body again, sending a fresh wave of heat rolling over me.
My abs clenched, and I sniffed in a short breath. With his hair still wet, the scent of his shampoo was even stronger than usual, sweet and heavy in the thick night air.
“You gonna tell me where it is? Or do I have to find it on my own?”
My cheeks heated. We were on the front porch. Not that that was particularly public, but still. Tanner’s hand grazed my arm, then raised the sleeve of my T-shirt. Goosebumps tickled their way over my skin.
“Not even close.”
Tanner chuckled and moved his hand to my neck. He leaned way closer than was necessary to look. His hair felt slick and cool against my overheated cheek as his lips moved over my ear.
“Warmer?”
“No.” The word came out more like a groan. I could hear people talking inside the house, probably not fifteen feet away from us, right on the other side of the open screen door. Instinct told me to move away from
Tanner before someone saw us, but everything else in me pulled me closer.
His hand slid down to my chest, moving so slowly it felt like torture.
The edge of his thumb brushed against one nipple, then slid across to the other. “No?”
I shivered and shook my head, wishing we were playing “find the tattoo” up in our room rather than on the creaky porch couch. Instead of running his hand down my abs, he placed it on my hip. Down the length of one leg, up the other. Jesus. My cock strained against my pants, begging to give Tanner a personal set of directions to the tattoo or anything else he wanted.
“Not the arms, neck, pecs, or legs.” Tanner’s voice rumbled low in his throat, meaning he was just as turned on as I was. He palmed my bulge, giving a light squeeze that sent air rushing from my lungs.
“I think it’s been two hours. How about if we go upstairs so I can show it to you?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He kissed me hard and fast, letting go of my dick and cupping the back of my neck as he drew me up off the couch with him.
Tanner pulled away, eyes heavy lidded and lusty, mouth back in that fucking irresistible grin. “You’re gonna have to keep your check holder in the other side of your apron for a while.”
Fuck. “You knew where it was?”
He laughed as he pulled the screen door open. “Yep. You flinched when you sat down. Figured it had to either be there or on your ass.”
“You’re such a dick.” I shoved him through the door, grabbing the spot just under his ribs where I knew he was most ticklish.
He laughed harder as he headed for the staircase. The rich sexy sound tugged me right behind him.
Chapter Fifteen
I KNEW how anxious Tanner was to get a look at the tattoo. So was I, to be honest. It all went so fast at the tattoo parlor, and then it had been covered up. I knew it would be red and probably a bit puffy, but I hoped it was still easy to see. I wanted Tanner to see it.
Taking my time in the bathroom, I changed the gauze pad. It didn’t look too bad, and it only stung if I pressed on it or twisted at my waist.
Tightening those muscles pulled the skin and made it feel like flexing when you’re badly sunburned. That pinchy, tearing feeling like your skin can’t stretch as far as you need it to go. The writing looked great, though.
That was my biggest worry, that it would be too small or illegible. It was perfect. Hidden alongside the bottom of the phoenix in scrolling black ink, the month, day, and year. Only one person in the world knew the significance of that date, and I hoped he remembered what it was.
I walked up the stairs to our room, moving slowly. I was a bit sore, but it had also occurred to me that Tanner might not like it. Might think it was stupid. Entering our room, I took a deep breath, then turned to close and lock our door.
Tanner was on the bed. Not just sitting
“Yeah, he wanted another one. It’s kind of a ritual for him.”
Tanner nodded, then moved closer, tilting his head. His eyes surveyed my body again, sending a fresh wave of heat rolling over me.
My abs clenched, and I sniffed in a short breath. With his hair still wet, the scent of his shampoo was even stronger than usual, sweet and heavy in the thick night air.
“You gonna tell me where it is? Or do I have to find it on my own?”
My cheeks heated. We were on the front porch. Not that that was particularly public, but still. Tanner’s hand grazed my arm, then raised the sleeve of my T-shirt. Goosebumps tickled their way over my skin.
“Not even close.”
Tanner chuckled and moved his hand to my neck. He leaned way closer than was necessary to look. His hair felt slick and cool against my overheated cheek as his lips moved over my ear.
“Warmer?”
“No.” The word came out more like a groan. I could hear people talking inside the house, probably not fifteen feet away from us, right on the other side of the open screen door. Instinct told me to move away from
Tanner before someone saw us, but everything else in me pulled me closer.
His hand slid down to my chest, moving so slowly it felt like torture.
The edge of his thumb brushed against one nipple, then slid across to the other. “No?”
I shivered and shook my head, wishing we were playing “find the tattoo” up in our room rather than on the creaky porch couch. Instead of running his hand down my abs, he placed it on my hip. Down the length of one leg, up the other. Jesus. My cock strained against my pants, begging to give Tanner a personal set of directions to the tattoo or anything else he wanted.
“Not the arms, neck, pecs, or legs.” Tanner’s voice rumbled low in his throat, meaning he was just as turned on as I was. He palmed my bulge, giving a light squeeze that sent air rushing from my lungs.
“I think it’s been two hours. How about if we go upstairs so I can show it to you?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He kissed me hard and fast, letting go of my dick and cupping the back of my neck as he drew me up off the couch with him.
Tanner pulled away, eyes heavy lidded and lusty, mouth back in that fucking irresistible grin. “You’re gonna have to keep your check holder in the other side of your apron for a while.”
Fuck. “You knew where it was?”
He laughed as he pulled the screen door open. “Yep. You flinched when you sat down. Figured it had to either be there or on your ass.”
“You’re such a dick.” I shoved him through the door, grabbing the spot just under his ribs where I knew he was most ticklish.
He laughed harder as he headed for the staircase. The rich sexy sound tugged me right behind him.
Chapter Fifteen
I KNEW how anxious Tanner was to get a look at the tattoo. So was I, to be honest. It all went so fast at the tattoo parlor, and then it had been covered up. I knew it would be red and probably a bit puffy, but I hoped it was still easy to see. I wanted Tanner to see it.
Taking my time in the bathroom, I changed the gauze pad. It didn’t look too bad, and it only stung if I pressed on it or twisted at my waist.
Tightening those muscles pulled the skin and made it feel like flexing when you’re badly sunburned. That pinchy, tearing feeling like your skin can’t stretch as far as you need it to go. The writing looked great, though.
That was my biggest worry, that it would be too small or illegible. It was perfect. Hidden alongside the bottom of the phoenix in scrolling black ink, the month, day, and year. Only one person in the world knew the significance of that date, and I hoped he remembered what it was.
I walked up the stairs to our room, moving slowly. I was a bit sore, but it had also occurred to me that Tanner might not like it. Might think it was stupid. Entering our room, I took a deep breath, then turned to close and lock our door.
Tanner was on the bed. Not just sitting
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