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down. He had to
stop as he watched her climb up on it.   Well, Christ . Her jeans tightened around
her ass when she adjusted herself so she was on her side with her back toward him.
Stella was a curvy woman in all the right places. The dip of her waist as it
curved down and then up to her ass had him nearly groaning out loud. Cadeon
swore he could feel his pulse at the tip of his dick. With his mouth dry, his
throat tight, and his arousal pounding fast and fierce inside of him, he had to
force himself to get his head in the game and his eyes off the luscious fucking
bottom right in front of his face.
    “So, will this hurt a lot since it is on my side?”
She looked over her shoulder and lifted her shirt up to expose the area she
wanted marked. “Or is that a stupid question since it’ll probably hurt no
matter where it is located. Her voice was soft, but the slight tremor in it
told him that her nerves had risen again.
    “It’s different for everyone, but of course it’ll
hurt to a point. It is a needle going into your skin, Stella.” When he said her
name his heart stalled in his chest. This certainly wasn’t the first time he
had spoken her name, but for some reason, and with the funky-ass atmosphere
that had suddenly surrounded them, saying her name seemed almost intimate. “It
might hurt unbearably for someone else, but for you not so much.” He focused on
gathering his equipment and setting it beside her.
    “This will be a few hours?”
    “No more than two, but we can stop anytime and give
you a break.”
    “Okay,” she said.
    Once Cadeon had everything set up he took the edge
of her shirt and pushed it up a couple more inches. “I’m going to tuck this under
so no ink gets on the material.” He looked over at her and saw that she watched
him.
    She nodded again and then licked her lips.
    Damn .
Why was it so hard for him to get control of himself? He’d never had an issue
with keeping his arousal and need under control, but then again he had never
been in a situation like this with her.   They
were alone, she was showing a good amount of skin—enough for him to keep this
damn hard-on—and truth be told he hadn’t wanted a woman like this … ever. He
tucked her shirt under so that all of her torso was pretty much on display.
“Just relax.” He waited until she was rested completely on the table, and then
put some gloves on and went about cleaning off the area where her tattoo would
go. Yeah, this was going to be one long ass session, because the scent of her
filled his nose, and his dick refused to calm the fuck
down. But Cadeon focused on the task at hand.
    For the next hour and a half he worked on her
tattoo. He stopped a few times, gave her a moment to catch her breath, but she
always told him to continue. He knew it hurt her like a bitch, could tell by
the way she clenched her hands and squeezed her eyes shut, but she stuck it out
and told him to go on. When he had the last part of shading done he cleaned off
her skin and set his stuff down. “You’re good to go.” He helped her up and off
the table, and led her over to the full length mirror. “What do you think?” She
didn’t say anything for at least a minute, and Cadeon worried she was upset by
it because of her silence.
      She covered
her mouth with both of her hands, tears welling in her eyes, and she turned and
looked at her back. “It’s perfect,” she said after she dropped her hands. And
then she faced him.
    “I’m glad you’re happy.” He smiled and grabbed the
non-stick dressing, then moved back over to her. He gently applied it, covering
the tattoo and smoothing the tape along her back and belly to keep it in place.
When he straightened and looked into her face, it was to see her staring at him
and wearing this strange expression. But before he could ask her again if she
was okay she took a step toward him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
    With her body so close to his and her head on his
chest, Cadeon