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His Tattooed Virgin(Divine Creek Ranch 12)(9)

By:Heather Rainier


“A hero making his claim on the virgin heroine?” Her pussy quivered at the heat in his piercing blue gaze. At her mute nod, he continued, “I got…caught up in it. You’re a good storyteller.”

Her earlier adrenaline rush and embarrassment, combined with the pleasure she felt at his words, left her feeling off-balance. He stroked her knees with his fingertips.

“Think so?” She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth, her cheeks still very hot.

“Yes. I do. Can I ask you something?” She nodded, filled with curiosity as he took time choosing his words. “Are you the virgin heroine?”

She fidgeted and diverted her gaze over his shoulder as she nodded. Her heart pounded as she waited for the amusement to cross his features, because in this “enlightened” day and age, he was bound to think she was joking.

Seth reached out a hand and gently tilted her chin so she’d meet his gaze. “That’s not something you should feel embarrassed about. I’d never know it from your writing.”

“It is embarrassing. Especially at my age. It’s unheard of.”

Seth shrugged and smiled. “True. But being pure is nothing to be ashamed of. Ever.” She wanted to howl in embarrassment at his word choice, even though he’d hit the nail on the head. “I’d planned to call you this evening to talk about the tattoo but got home too late. Do you still want to do it?”

She very much appreciated the change in the topic of conversation. “Yes. I do.”

“You didn’t say anything about it the other night but I wanted to make sure you knew that if you ever get pregnant, it’ll very likely alter the tattoo.”

“That’s not an issue. I love the design and want it just as it is.”

Checking the time on his phone, he said, “Okay. Why don’t you come after work tomorrow and we’ll do the first session. Bring the drawing with any changes you want made to the design.” He nodded at the book, indicating the sketch, which stuck out of the top. When she opened the book, the receipt from her last trip to Discretion, which she’d used as a bookmark, fell out in her lap. A slight smile crossed Seth’s lips before he schooled it, and she groaned as she grabbed it and slid it back between the pages.

“My mortification is officially complete.” A twinkle glimmered in his eyes, and she found herself giggling. “Well, now that you know everything there is to know about me, holding still for a tattoo that spans my whole torso doesn’t seem like such a big leap after all.”

“Yeah, I think we broke the ice.”

Jayne nodded. “All to hell. Yup.” At least her sense of humor was returning.

“Wear something comfortable that’s easy to get on and off.”

Jayne recalled that she’d be at least partially disrobed while he worked in close proximity to her disrobed self. Jiminy Cricket! His hands all over me! The heat started simmering inside her again at the thought.

Seth stood as she rose from the chair and stroked her warm cheek. “Don’t worry, Jayne. I’ve done tattoos on all parts of the human body. I’ll be very gentle.” His deep, quiet tone sent a wave of longing through her core. Her cunt lips swelled with arousal.

Jayne refused to contemplate how many women he’d had his hands on in the past and instead focused on the mental image of his hands on her. Hot moisture trickled from her pussy at the thought of him doing more than just tattooing her.

“I know you would. I mean—I know you will.” Jeez, way to let on what you’re thinking.

Seth paused, and a serious expression crossed his face. “If I’d known it was your journal, I never would’ve continued reading. I should’ve recognized your handwriting.”

Jayne shook her head. “I shouldn’t have left it on the desk. I was mostly upset because I thought you’d judge me for my…hobby.”

Seth grinned, showing teeth and that little dimple again, dazzling her in the process. “I kind of like your hobby.”

Hope rose in her heart. This wasn’t what she’d expected. The last time she’d been in this position, she’d become an ex-fiancée.

“You need your rest. We’ll talk some more tomorrow.” He turned as if to go.

“If I asked, would you be my first?” She didn’t know where the guts to utter the words had come from.

He turned to her and drew near. A little furrow appeared between his eyebrows as though he was troubled. “Are you asking?”

She exhaled slowly and nodded. “Yes. Would you take my virginity if I offered it to you?”

He gazed at her for a long moment, and the hint of several emotions crossed his face. He gazed down and to the side as if reliving an old memory and then tilted his head.