Page 84 of Double the Redemption

Maybe she was making a huge mistake, but the pieces in her mind clicked, and she finally whispered, “I want to see it, Ink. Show me.”

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She was killing him slowly. Painfully. He was sure of it. But it would be the fucking best way to go. Her taste still filled his mouth, and she was asking him to get naked so she could see his tattoo.

And like the idiot he was, he was going to do it. His cock was so hard he didn’t know how he wouldn’t embarrass himself—again—but for her, he would give it a try.

He didn’t strip down. He studied her, ensuring she wasn’t just doing this to make him happy or to give him something she wasn’t actually ready for.

Fuck, he hoped she was, but he’d keep waiting.

If all he could do was fuck his own fist and eat out her pussy for the next five months, he’d be fine. Hell, he’d meant what he said. He’d have her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if it was his choice.

“Ink, please,” she whispered. “I want to see. I’m … I’m okay. I know what I’m asking, and I trust you. Show me.”

Damn it. He could only take so much.

He eased himself from beneath her, and she gazed at him as he moved to turn on the lamp on the end table. It cast the room in a low, warm glow, with shadows clinging to the edges. He glanced down the hall one more time, making sure the bedroom door was only cracked open, before turning his attention back to the woman lying on the couch, stripped and clutching a blanket to her chest.

He took a soft breath before he hooked his thumbs in his sleep pants, dragged them all the way down, and kicked them away.

Her breath caught as she took him in. Her gaze was like a brand on his skin.

Hot. Intense. Needy.

Fuck. His cock was weeping pre-cum, but he did his best to ignore it. Fucking her was not on the table.

When her gaze reached his cock, her eyes widened and her mouth parted. He nearly laughed but bit his lip instead. The Jacob’s Ladder running up his shaft had been done on a dare when he was twenty, but now, knowing how much pleasure it could give a woman, he was desperate to see what Naomi felt when he was deep inside her.

“You’re pierced.” She whispered it reverently.

He gripped himself, wincing as sparks of desire shot to his balls. “Had it for years. Does it scare you, baby?”

“I … I don’t know. I’ve never seen … I mean, I’ve heard … I-I-I don’t know what to say.”

She looked more fascinated than afraid.

Instead of pushing, he said, “You don’t have to worry about it right now. I’m just going to show you the tattoo, remember?”

“What tattoo?” she muttered, and he couldn’t help his grin.

She was too damn cute.

“This one.” He turned, stepping back slightly so she could see the entire tattoo in the lamplight. Let her see every line, every flame that covered his back and spread down over his ass and hips. “What do you think, baby girl? Think I did a good job?”

“Ink, that’s amazing,” she breathed. He barely kept from jolting as her fingertips glided over his lower back and up his spine. “I love how his face is pointed down, breathing the fire and spreading it out.”

“Hurt like a bitch,” he joked, then had to grit his teeth as his cock jerked at the feel of her hands on him.

Yeah, this was a slow death, for sure. Whoever he pissed off up there was having a damn good laugh.

Or the devil was giving him a glimpse at his future in the depths of hell.

Either way, he didn’t want her to stop.

Then her fingers slithered over his ass, and he froze, his body tightening and every nerve sparking to life. She traced over the flame along the outer edge of his cheek, down to where the crease met his thigh.