I stood, looping my arms around her waist and yanking her against me, anxious to relieve the pressure burning in my balls. I’d never done this before, never gave a single fuck about a woman enough to even think about kissing her, much less making her come so hard she didn’t forget my name.
“I did not expect that.” She finally crooked a grin up at me.
“You look even more gorgeous after an orgasm.” I held her cheeks, the pads of my thumbs caressing the angles of her cheekbones as I laid a soft kiss on her lips. I melded us, singeing the air around us, and putting every single ounce of raw desire inside of me into her.
“I can’t believe I have to go back out there and face Dev and Jericho. Do you think they’ll know?” Her fingertips pressed into the hard muscle at my neck and sent fireworks cascading through my body, one limb at a time.
“If I did my job, they sure as hell will know.” I pulled her lips to mine in another kiss, this time rougher, a little more desperate. “If I could close the shop, I would in a heartbeat and spend the rest of the night right here with you.”
“They’d definitely know then.”
“That they would, doll face,” I breathed into her soft hair. Shuddering my eyes closed, I sucked in a ragged breath. “Don’t know how I'm going to control myself with you.”
“Who said you had to?”
“Christ, Sienna.” I rested my forehead against hers. My cock pounded painfully behind my zipper, the prettiest girl I’d ever seen currently wrapped in my arms, the taste of her pussy on my lips.
I’d done something very fucking right in my life to be right here with her at this moment.
“Best decision of my damn life hiring you.”
I felt the grin against my lips.
“I’d say so.”
I smiled, cupping her ass cheeks in my hands and hoisting her off the table and around my hips. “We should get back to work.”
“You’ve probably got a client,” she sighed against my lips.
“Nah, cleared my schedule to show you around this afternoon. Got to cut out early tonight for this thing with my sister anyway.”
“A thing?”
“A gig thing.” I couldn't help the growl in my voice. “She plays drums, really good at it too. But she’s in this garage band with a bunch of guys. I hate the whole fucking pack of them. But they’ve got talent, rock and roll with some rap thrown in, pretty good stuff. You want to come with me tonight?” I set her on her feet, beginning to pull the panties up her thighs before straightening her skirt.
“I would, but my dad gets ragey when I’m out late. Just the fact that I have a job is testing his every last nerve, apparently.”
“Really?” I arched an eyebrow. “My dad had me out of the house working by thirteen.”
She shrugged. “He isn’t around much, but he likes to be controlling when he is there.”
“Sounds like a shit deal.”
“Pretty much.” She walked ahead of me, hand on the doorknob.
“What’d he say when you told him you were working at a tattoo parlor?”
Her grin slid sideways, eyes twinkling. “I didn't.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Rebel, are ya?”
“Sometimes.”
“Helluva lot of times by the looks of it.”
“Don’t judge.”
“Please, I’m the last man to judge.” I held up my arms. “You haven’t even see what’s under the clothes.”
Her cheeks flamed. “I saw this…”
Her fingers burned a trail along my collarbone when her fingertips darted across the licks of ink peeking out of the neckline of my shirt. “Memorial piece.”
One eyebrow arched as she pulled the neckline of my shirt down a little more. “Looks detailed.”
“Took three sittings.” I caught her hand in mine, anxious to avert this line of conversation. “Dev did it.”
She nodded, mind working with unspoken thoughts.
“Really fucking glad you took the job, doll face.”
“I think you said something like that already.” Her smile softened my heart.
“I fucking mean it. Best you know this now, but I call shit like I see it. I don’t hold back. I say what’s on my mind, no filter, honest as fuck.” I pushed my hands under her shirt, making contact with her milky, soft skin. “You good with that?”
“I’m great with that.” She smiled almost innocently.
I connected our lips again, falling a little deeper, a lot harder into her all over again.
FOUR
River
The next few weeks went by on fast-forward, and Sienna fit in at the shop just like she’d always been there.