Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,45

her nipples were hardening as he pointed to the piercing bed. “Sit down and take off your shirt.”

She hopped up on the bed and unbuttoned her shirt with trembling hands. He had his back to her and was rummaging through a cupboard, pulling out some gauze and a small spray bottle of yellow tinged liquid. She removed her soft cotton bra and sat up straight, arching her back a little as he snapped on gloves.

“I still need to pay you for the piercing,” she said.

“Have you been touching it?” He turned around.

“No,” she said. “Only to clean it.”

She searched his face but if he found the sight of her tits to be an enjoyable one, it didn’t show. He was all business as he approached her and bent down to study her right nipple.

“Have you let anyone else touch it?” His warm breath sent goose bumps scuttling to life on her skin and she promptly forgot what he’d just asked.

“Have you?” he asked as something dark flared in his eyes.

“Have I what?” she whispered.

“Let someone else touch it? Lick it? Suck on it?” he almost growled.

Her panties were suddenly so wet, she was afraid she was going to drip on the bed.

“No,” she said. “No one has done those things.”

“Good,” he said briskly. “A human mouth is full of germs.”

She blinked at him as he straightened. “It isn’t infected.”

“Are you sure?” she said a little breathlessly. “It looks kind of red to me.”

“It isn’t,” he said. “It looks really good. The swelling is already down significantly.”

She couldn’t hold back her moan when his gloved fingers grasped one end of the silver barbell and turned it gently back and forth.

“Did that hurt?” he said.

“N-no,” she said. Her nipple was incredibly sore Wednesday night and all of Thursday, but she’d woken up this morning with no pain at all and no goo crusted over her nipple either. She had cleaned it in the shower this morning, but she hadn’t turned the barbell like Preacher was doing.

She was completely unprepared for the lightning bolt of pleasure it sent straight from her right nipple to her crotch. Holy mother of Mary’s ghost, who knew piercing a nipple would do that. What would it feel like to have Preacher’s lips tugging on the barbell?

“You okay?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She wasn’t entirely certain she wouldn’t beg him to suck on her nipple.

“You sure?” he asked as his fingers turned the barbell again. More pleasure speared straight to her core.

“Yes,” she almost moaned. “It feels a little, uh, strange. In a good way.”

“A piercing can make your nipple more sensitive,” he said.

She wondered if he could see her disappointment when he stopped twisting the barbell.

“Maybe I should pierce the other one,” she said.

“It’s your body.” He held up the bottle he’d taken from the cupboard. “This is antibacterial spray. It’s not infected, but it won’t hurt to give it a couple sprays.”

“Okay,” she said.

He sprayed her right nipple, using some gauze to wipe away the drips. She clamped her mouth shut against the stupid little moans that wanted to escape. This wasn’t foreplay. He was working for God’s sake.

Desperate to take her mind off the fact that she was nearly climaxing from his touch to her nipple alone, she said, “What does SW mean?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said but something flickered in his eyes.

“SW is engraved into both ends of the barbell. I noticed it in the shower this morning.” She pointed to it and he glanced at it before shrugging.

“Must be a manufacturer thing.”

She frowned. “I don’t remember seeing any initials engraved on the display jewelry.”

“I can put a new barbell in if you want.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “I just wondered.”

He threw the gauze and the gloves in the garbage and tucked the spray back into the cupboard. “You can get dressed now.”

“Actually, I’d like to get my clit hood pierced.” She was proud of how steady her voice was.

He didn’t turn around. “No.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, no,” he said. “Get dressed. The shop’s closed and I’m tired.”

“I didn’t mean tonight,” she said. “I’ll book another appointment. When’s your next availability?”

“No,” he repeated.

“Stop saying that,” she said. “I want my clit hood pierced and you have to do it.”

He barked harsh laughter before turning around and stalking toward her. He placed his hands on the bed on either side of her as she stared wide-eyed at him. “No, I don’t. Listen carefully, Sunshine. You might be used