Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Wow, and Lucas went through this for every piece he’s had done?” she asks out of nowhere. Her father’s skin is a canvas that reflects the winding path his life has taken. “I can’t imagine him sitting still for this long.”
With a sigh of obvious relief, Billy turns off his equipment. He stretches, rolling his head slowly like he’s easing the tension in his muscles. “All done. Do you want to take a look at the finished product?”
“I’ll show her when we get back to the room.” Because he’s not going to spend another moment around my topless wife now that he’s finished. He steps aside when I take his place, looking down at his work.
I have to admit, it’s beautiful. And it suits her perfectly. “You look great,” I tell her since I notice the anxiety on her features when she tries to look over her shoulder to gauge my reaction.
“It’s really sore,” she admits. “How long will it be sore?”
Billy opens his mouth like he’s going to explain, but I cut him off. “A few days, maybe a week. It depends on how careful you are not to lie on your back at first. I’ll take good care of you.”
Then I turn to Billy. “I’ll be cleaning her up. I know what to do.” I head straight for the bathroom while he gathers his equipment and wash my hands thoroughly before he takes my place without saying a word.
Smart guy. I don’t like having to explain myself.
“Stay there,” I tell my wife when it looks like she’s about to get up. “I have to wash you off. You’ll need to do this twice a day until you’re all healed up.”
“For how long?”
“Since when do you mind your husband touching your back?”
“That’s not how I meant it.”
I know, but she’s been teasing me all day. It only seems right for me to give a little bit of that back to her. “I might decide to make a habit out of washing you from now on. What do you think about that?”
She snorts, then hisses in pain when I begin to clean the fresh tattoo. “I think you’re looking for an excuse to touch me.”
“Since when do I need one?” It doesn’t take long before I couldn’t care less about teasing her. Not when the act of caring for her gets me heated. I don’t know what it is about her. It takes nothing to awaken the hunger I always feel when she’s involved. The touch of her skin—I’ve spent years memorizing its softness and smoothness. Exactly how to caress it to make goose bumps cover the surface. She’s a work of art created just for me, and it’s my duty to protect this perfection.
Once she’s clean, I apply ointment with a gentle touch, then cover the piece with plastic wrap. “It won’t be like this forever,” I remind her, helping her out of the chair. Her bra might be a little much for now, so I tuck it into my back pocket. The sight of her body stretching, her muscles flexing, and her breasts lifting stirs my hunger again, and this time, it translates into the beginnings of an erection. I need this woman like I need oxygen.
“Let’s get you into this.” With one eye on the closed bathroom door, I help her into her shirt. She winces but shakes her head when I look at her in concern. Stubborn thing. A part of me wonders if she downplays her discomfort to ease my mind.
“Thank you for this. I would never have thought of it.” She leans against me, gazing up into my eyes with nothing but pure love in hers. To this day, I don’t fully believe I deserve it. How could she see me and love me like she does? Yet another piece of proof that she is truly meant for me.
I press a kiss against her forehead and take a deep breath, soaking in her unique scent. “Anything for you.” I mean it with every part of me. I would move heaven and earth for her and not think twice.
There’s another story happening below my waist, and of course, she feels it. The light in her eyes changes to something deeper, and she bites her lip. “Even this turns you on?” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my back and pressing herself tight against me. Her nipples are hard, brushing my chest now that she’s braless.
“Everything about you does,” I growl. “Let’s get out of here and get you back to our place before I have no choice but to take you here and now.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Aspen
I don’t think I’ve ever walked the halls this fast—almost at a jog—when there’s no emergency. Q is in that much of a hurry to get me alone again.
It’s not that I can’t relate. I want him, too, just as badly. Even with my back as sore as it is, that does nothing to cool the heat in my core or soothe the ache between my thighs. All it takes is the slightest touch, and I’m like Pavlov’s dog, slobbering for its next treat. In this case, the treat is my husband. His hands, his tongue, his dick, and what they do to me.