“All right,” she says hesitantly. “I’ll go with you. I’d love to meet some of your family and hear them play.”
I look up at her from under the shroud of hair hanging over my face, my gun poised just over her calf. “You don’t know how fucking happy I am that you’re saying yes to me now, Ivy. I was starting to feel like a creepy stalker, asking you a hundred times.”
She fidgets a little, moving her legs. “I’m still a little freaked about the age difference, but you asked me to give you a chance, so that’s what I’m doing.” She grips the edge of the chair as I tattoo the spot right above her ankle. “You kinda made yourself irresistible,” she adds.
“I know it hurts here, but it will be over in a sec,” I say, trying to hold her leg still. “So you think I’m irresistible?”
She flashes me a beautiful smile. “Are you fishing for compliments, Lukas?”
“Shamelessly.”
“Yes, you’re irresistible. Happy now?”
“Incredibly. And guess what? We’re done.” I wheel away from her and lay my gun on my workbench.
Surprise and excitement light up her face. “Really? It’s really done?”
“Yup. Go over to the full-length mirror and check it out. Let me know if you want me to add anything.”
She runs to the mirror and examines the tattoo that starts just below her hip and travels down to her ankle. It’s gorgeous, and I’m so proud of her for getting through such a big piece as her first.
“I love it!” she squeals. I come up behind her and put my arms around her, looking over her shoulder at us in the mirror. She stills then leans back against my body, fitting perfectly against me.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper against her ear. “Look at us together, Ivy.” I slide my hand slowly down to rest on her hip. “We look perfect together.” She nods, mesmerized, watching my hand move across her stomach in the mirror. My inked arms look wild against the white of her blouse, and I wish I could take a picture of us like this. I slide my hand up between her breasts, over her throat, and to her cheek, turning her face to mine. Her aqua eyes darken, and her lids fall closed as I kiss her softly on the lips, stealing a sigh from her.
When I pull away, her eyes open slowly and she blinks at me. “How do you do that?” she whispers breathlessly.
“Do what?” I turn her in my arms so she’s facing me.
“I don’t know . . . you make me feel like I’m in a dream. I don’t know how else to explain it.”
I push her hair away from her face and tuck it behind her ear. “Think about how it will feel when I make love to you.”
She puts her hands on my chest and stares at the black crucifix hanging around my neck.
“I’m afraid to think about that.” Her voice is uncertain, her fingers shaking as she touches my necklace.