at least six feet and five feet wide. It was beautiful.
“Hey!” She pulled him out by the arm and slammed the door shut. “I don’t like people seeing my drawings.”
“But you’re so talented. Please, let me see them. I’m so impressed, Jamie Lynn.”
“It’s stupid. It’s just something I do for fun,” she said. “We can go now. I’m finished with Bird.”
“Please.” He cupped her face and ran his thumb along her cheek in that way that disarmed her completely. “Just let me in. Why are you hiding?”
“I’m not hiding it. I’m just private about it,” she admitted shyly.
“That’s the definition of hiding. You don’t want to show me what essentially makes you you. This is your artistic and creative side. Not showing this side of you is hiding the most important part of yourself.”
“No one likes a know-it-all,” she sassed.
“You do,” he said softly. He gripped the doorknob behind her and looked at her to see if she’d stop him. When she didn’t, he turned it slowly and pushed the door back open. She closed her eyes before stepping aside.
“Jamie Lynn, sweetheart…,” he said, taking in the entirety of the room. The other wall had an image of two toddlers holding hands, the beach in the backdrop. “I can’t believe you did all this with chalk.” Along the floor were dozens of canvases. He picked one up and looked over his shoulder to find her leaning against the door frame, biting her nails.
“Wow.” He looked at the perfect portrait of Violet, her mouth open and her eyes closed, laughing. He could practically hear her cackling through the sketch. Then he picked another one, and it was Travis holding a slice of pizza. He’d never seen such talent. “They look like photographs, not sketches. You’re so talented.”
“Really?” she said, her face alight.
“Really, baby. Like, put-these-in-a-gallery-somewhere talented.”
He lifted another one and was startled to see himself. “I can’t believe I did this,” he said, remembering the humiliation of being naked in front of the art students only two days ago.
She laughed and walked into the room, taking the canvas from his hand and looking at it. “Yeah, I can’t believe you did that either.”
“I didn’t see you sketching that much. Mostly you gawked.”
“Ha-ha.”
“Seriously, you did all this so fast.”
“No, actually, I was gawking and didn’t finish, but I have a great memory. I did the rest of it later that night. I don’t sleep much, remember.”
“You haven’t finished my legs, though.”
“I may have been staring a little too intently at your junk and then couldn’t remember your legs.”
He smiled mischievously and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his gym shorts. She put the sketch down and lifted an eyebrow almost in a dare.
“You’re going to sit for me again, Pretty Boy?”
“Hell no. But I will let you touch me. Isn’t there something about muscle memory?”
She laughed. “That’s sculpting, not sketching.” She stepped in closer. “But, I wouldn’t mind touching you.” She pushed his hands out of the way and pulled his shorts down, along with his boxers. “You’re always very ready,” she said, gripping his very erect cock.
“What can I say? You’re a very arousing woman.” He smiled sheepishly as he stepped out of his shorts and swept her into his arms. “Don’t want to mess anything up in this room.” He carried her out and dropped her on her couch. Quickly she scrambled to her knees and pulled him down. He reached out to touch her, but she stood and began to strip, slowly and seductively. “You’re a tease.”
She winked and slowly, achingly slowly, hooked her fingers around the sides of her panties and dragged them down her legs, until she stood before him completely naked except for her ink.
“Turn around for me,” he said, his voice husky. She spun slowly. The tattoo of the book on her lower right side extended out around her waist and to her front hip and up her ribs. Most of her tattoos were on her right side. He hadn’t noticed that before. She had red cherry blossoms on her upper right thigh and some delicate and colorful Asian-inspired fish and a pagoda by her right breast. She was a canvas…one he wanted to touch. “You are breathtaking,” he said, sitting back on the couch. “C’mere.”
She took the final step toward him, then knelt between his legs and grabbed his cock. His head hit the back of the couch when she took him in her mouth. Her tongue licked up and down in long