“I’m a big girl.” She smiled. “But thank you for worrying. He’s friends with Cadeon and Stella and in the MC, so I think I will be okay.”
Ziggy nodded and pulled the cap down lower. “Okay, well, call me if you need anything.”
“Okay, thanks.” She followed him out and was about to lock the door when she heard the rumble of a Harley pulling into the parking lot. Booshie came to a stop and cut the engine of his bike. God, he looked so good in his plain white T-shirt, leather cut, and dark jeans.
His black boots looked like they could seriously kick the shit out of someone, and when he climbed off his bike and took off his helmet and sunglasses, she saw that he was wearing his ever-present black bandana. Her heart started beating a little faster, and she swore she got wetter just from the sight of him.
The way he walked toward her, with this swagger that reeked of badass motherfucker, had her taking a step back from the intensity of it. He pulled the door open and stepped inside, and she actually checked him out like she was sizing him up for a suit.
“Hey, baby.” He slipped his sunglasses inside his cut and took a step toward her. He ran his gaze up and down her body, and she felt naked. “You’re looking good enough that I’m about ready to say fuck the tattoo and bend you over the counter.”
Shit.
He was filthy, and bad, and wanting her if the erection pressing against his jeans was anything to go by. He took another step toward her, and another, and soon Naggie found herself pressed against the counter he mentioned bending her over. It had only been a few days since she saw him, but it felt like forever.
This little voice inside her head told her that this was becoming a physical “relationship,” even if they had only seen each other officially for two days. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and that worried her. That was how her relationship with Rob had gone, and look where she was now.
She placed a hand on his chest, stopping him when he moved closer. He stilled instantly, but she could feel how fast and hard his heart was beating. It was the same frantic rhythm as hers.
“I think this is fast.”
The corner of his mouth lifted up, but he took a step back and lifted his hands in surrender. “Fair enough, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” Silence stretched between them, but instead of her arousal dimming the longer they stayed apart, it grew hotter.
“I just want to try this with you—whatever this is. I know we have only really seen each other twice, but I don’t want to make this about sex.” Naggie thought maybe he’d get pissed. Most guys would by getting turned down. It wasn’t exactly like she was playing hard to get.
She had slept with him on the first night of them actually talking outside the shop. Sex ruined a lot of things, and she didn’t want this to be one of them. But he surprised her when he nodded.
“You’re right. I don’t want this to be just about sex either, Naggie. If I wanted easy pussy, I could get that at the club.”
His frankness was very welcome. Naggie had never been the type of woman who liked to have smoke blown up her ass, and she was thankful Booshie was not the type of man to deliver that.
“How about we do the tattoo?” He didn’t wait for an answer from her. He took off his cut, placed it on the chair beside him, and removed his T-shirt. All of his hard, golden, and inked-up skin was right in front of her in a matter of seconds. He turned and presented his wide shoulders and muscular back. “I was thinking of getting something done here.” He ran his hand along his side, right between two tattoos he already sported.
“What did you have in mind?” God, her voice came out all soft and breathy, and when he looked over at her with this hooded expression, she knew he could tell she was barely holding on.
He slowly turned back around, and she watched as his abdomen clenched, showing off his six-pack in the process. “I looked through your portfolio.”
Her hands were so sweaty all of a sudden. “You did?”
He nodded but didn’t come any closer. “Yeah, months ago when you were working on someone and I came to talk to Cadeon.”
His admission surprised her, because she thought she had known every time he had come into the shop.
“I saw this tree you had drawn up, a really realistic one, but the branches were burning.” He lowered his head but kept his eyes locked on her. “It was powerful and stuck with me ever since. But I was thinking you could add a skull in the middle of the burning branches, tie in the club too.”