“This will be a few hours?”
“No more than two, but we can stop any time and give you a break.”
“Okay,” she said.
Once Cadeon had everything set up, he took the edge of her shirt and pushed it up a couple more inches. “I’m going to tuck this under so no ink gets on the material.” He looked over at her and saw that she watched him.
She nodded again and then licked her lips.
Damn. Why was it so hard for him to get control of himself? He’d never had an issue with keeping his arousal and need under control, but then again, he had never been in a situation like this with her. They were alone, she was showing a good amount of skin—enough for him to keep this damn hard-on—and truth be told, he hadn’t wanted a woman like this… ever. He tucked her shirt under so that all of her torso was pretty much on display.
“Just relax.” He waited until she was rested completely on the table, and then put some gloves on. Yeah, this was going to be one long-ass session, because the scent of her filled his nose, and his dick refused to calm the fuck down. But Cadeon focused on the task at hand.
For the next hour and a half, he worked on her tattoo. He stopped a few times, gave her a moment to catch her breath, but she always told him to continue. He knew it hurt her like a bitch, could tell by the way she clenched her hands and squeezed her eyes shut, but she stuck it out and told him to go on. When he had the last part of the shading done, he cleaned off her skin and set his stuff down.
“You’re good to go.” He helped her up and off the table then led her over to the full-length mirror. “What do you think?” She didn’t say anything for at least a minute, and Cadeon worried she was upset by it, because of her silence.
She covered her mouth with both her hands, tears started welling in her eyes, and she turned and looked at her back. “It’s perfect,” she said after she dropped her hands. And then she faced him.
“I’m glad you’re happy.” He smiled and grabbed the non-stick dressing then moved back over to her. He gently applied it, covering the tattoo and smoothing the tape along her back and belly to keep it in place. When he straightened and looked into her face, it was to see her staring at him and wearing this strange expression. But before he could ask her again if she was okay, she took a step toward him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
With her body so close to his and her head on his chest, Cadeon couldn’t do anything but stand there and let her touch him. She was so close to him, and her scent enveloped every part of him. His cock was still hard, and Cadeon knew that if she didn’t back up, he was going to take matters into his own hands, and that would fuck up a lot of shit.
“Thank you so much. It’s exactly what I wanted.” She pulled back, and when she tilted her head and looked up at him while still holding onto him, Cadeon snapped. That control he kept so close to him left instantly.
He reached out and tangled his hands in her hair, tilted her head to the side, and claimed her mouth with his. A startled gasp left her, but he couldn’t pull away, even though he should’ve. And then she surprised the fuck out of him by wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing fully against him. Cadeon felt her breasts mold to his chest, and his cock throbbed even harder.
He smoothed his tongue along hers, slid it over her bottom lip and then her top, and pushed it back inside the warm depths of her mouth. She tasted sweet and minty, and he grew addicted to her.
Both of them breathed heavily, and he tightened his fingers into her scalp and devoured her even further. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stop this animal that seemed to burst free from him as soon as she touched him. But Stella was the one to back off, and instead of moving away like he thought she would, she curled her fingers into the front of his shirt and rose on her toes to press her mouth to his once more.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” she said against his mouth. Her warm breath teased his lips. “I have wanted you for the last three years but never thought this moment would ever happen.”
He placed his hands on her shoulders and closed his eyes, breathing out roughly. “This shouldn’t be happening, Stella.” But instead of pushing her away like he should have, he curled his fingers into her shoulders and pulled her closer. Her softness against his hardness had the male part of him roaring out in pleasure. Opening his eyes and holding her gaze with his own, he tried to tell himself that this was wrong on every level. But how could something so wrong feel so incredibly right?