Page 85 of Double the Redemption

Far too close to his aching balls to keep him from groaning.

“Naomi,” he rasped.

“Hmmm?”

He looked over his shoulder and saw her fascination as she looked at him. The desire in her eyes was still there, but it was being overtaken by her mind as it processed, analyzed, and memorized what she saw.

He wanted to joke that he was flattered she wanted to remember his ass forever, but he bit it back. She was comfortable enough to touch him, and he’d stand there and endure it all night if that was what she wanted.

He’d probably come all over his hand, but he didn’t care. He tightened his grip on his cock, desperate to hold back as she moved to the other cheek, giving it the same treatment.

“Baby girl, you’re killing me,” he muttered. Then he cursed himself and wanted to snatch the words back, but it was too late.

Her lashes fluttered as her gaze lifted to meet his, and then he saw the moment it clicked in her head just what she was doing.

Her face flamed, and she wrenched her hand back like she’d touched an actual flame.

Damn it.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed, mortified.

Unwilling to let her spiral, he released himself and spun around, leaning forward to cup her chin in his hand. “Naomi, I want you to touch me. I always want you to feel safe enough to know my body is yours. Only you get to touch it. Only you get to enjoy every part of it. It’s yours to do whatever you want with.”

She stared at him like she wasn’t sure she was hearing him correctly. Until, finally, she breathed, “I like your tattoos. I’ve wanted to trace them since I first saw them. I still should have asked first.”

“You don’t have to ask, sweetheart.” He released her chin, took her hand, and placed it on his ribs. Her fingers trembled against him. “This is yours. You can do whatever you want. Never be embarrassed, because, Lord knows, I’ve been waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to.”

She blinked, but her hands smoothed over his ribs and then down to his abs, tracing each ridge.

He’d never been so glad he worked out in his life. He’d do every ab workout known to man for the rest of his life if she kept looking at him like that and touching him this way.

When she stilled her hand just above his lower belly, inches away from his cock, he couldn’t hold back his groan. She stilled, looking at him from beneath her lashes, biting her lower lip. He straightened away from her, waiting, letting her decide what she wanted.

If she dropped her hand, he’d consider the matter done, put his clothes on, send her to bed, and then grab a cold shower.

A very cold shower.

Finally, she whispered, “Ink, I really want to touch you.”

“You are touching me, Naomi,” he rasped. “I’m not doing this to pressure you. We can stop right now.”

“But you’re so hard. Doesn’t that hurt?”

Fuck, yes, but it was the sweetest kind of pain.

“Nothing I haven’t felt before, baby. It’ll pass.”

She looked up at him, assessing. Finally, she asked, “Do you want me to touch you?”

“I want you to do what you feel most comfortable with. What would you like to do?”

For the love of God, please don’t drag this out much longer. One touch from her and he’d embarrass himself by spilling into her hand.

“I … I want to touch you, but I’m not sure what to do with the piercing. I … I really want to make you feel good, Ink. I’ve … I’ve wondered what you’d taste like too, but I don’t know … I haven’t done anything like that in a very long time.”

Heaven or hell, he wasn’t sure which one he was in.

Calling on every ounce of self-control he possessed, he took her hand and slowly brought it toward him. Her hand encircled him at the base, and he gritted his teeth to keep from groaning when she tightened her grip.