Page 30 of Meant for You

“I should probably get going. Got clients this morning,” I said, even though leaving was the last thing I wanted to do.

She made this mmm sounds that was kind of husky, and things started happening below my belt. Things that would’ve freaked me out a couple of days ago, but now that I’d come to my decision, my realization, not at fucking all. I let my dick do whatever the hell it wanted. No guilt. It was…freeing.

She planted her hand on my chest and lifted her head to look at me. Her skin was bright and smooth and, Jesus, did I want to taste those pouty pink lips. She blinked a couple more times like she was still struggling to wake up. She was adorable and sexy, and, fuck me, I was struggling to think or form words into coherent sentences.

Her gaze drifted over me sleepily. She was all rumpled and warm and beautiful, and I wanted to kiss her so bad my mouth tingled.

She blinked at me again and some of the sleepiness vanished. “Is that…” Her head shot up, mahogany eyes colliding with mine. “That’s my name on your chest.”

I was waiting for her to see it, and her reaction did not disappoint. I mean, I’d inked the girl’s name on my fucking chest, and still it took me this long to work out how I truly felt, to let myself feel it. “Yeah. I designed it and Riff inked it for me.”

She stared at the red script on my left pec.

“But…”

I shrugged. “I missed you, Eves.”

“You call or text or look at old pictures. You don’t tattoo someone’s name on your body.”

Her voice had gotten kind of high.

“I do. You don’t like it?”

Her hand crept up and her finger moved to the E, tracing it, giving me goose bumps all over my skin. “Of course I like it. It’s beautiful.” She looked up at me again. “It’s really…it’s beautiful. But…”

“But what?” There was so much going on behind her eyes, and I wanted to know what she was thinking, all of it.

“What will your wife think?”

“Last time I looked, I wasn’t married. Fucking hope not anyway.”

She shook her head, and her hair slid over her shoulder, brushing my abs. “One day you might be.”

I shrugged again and chuckled. “I’ll find her a space on my skin if she’s earned it.” The point was moot as far as I was concerned. Everly was the only woman’s name I’d have on my body. She wasn’t ready to hear that, though.

Eves playfully hit me, then dug her fingers into my ribs, and I laughed, because I was ticklish as shit and she knew it. I grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“I earned a place on your skin, huh?” she said.

“Yeah, you belong there. Always knew I was going to put you right here,” I said, touching the spot close to my heart.

She rested her head on my chest and puffed out a breath, hot against my nipple. “You irritate me, you know that?” she said, lips brushing my now oversensitive skin.

I ran my hand over her hair. “How’s that?”

“You’re overprotective and kinda nuts when it comes to me. You’re also incredibly sweet and hard to stay mad at.”

“Does this mean you’ve forgiven me?” I said, smoothing back her hair again.

She looked up at me. “I wouldn’t go as far as that, but I don’t want to kneecap you as much as I did before.”

I laughed again. “I’ll take that.”

Her gaze moved over my chest. “You have a lot more ink than when I last saw you.”

“You like it?”

“It looks good.” Her gaze moved over me again and, shit, I felt it, like she was touching my skin. “Wow, you really have both nipples pierced,” she muttered. “Besides the one in your tongue, you took the rest out?”