Page 24 of Savage King
Who is this guy?
“Let me feed you, Savage.”
“I can’t.” I work on the chain, and when I get to the waist of his jeans, he unfastens them and shimmies them down so I can keep going, and that V on his hip taunts me.
Suddenly, I want to lick him there.
Stop it.
When I think I’m finished, Mateo shakes his head.
“You’re not done.”
“What else is there?”
“That chain loops down around my dick.”
Stunned, I push back, scowling at him. “Mateo, that’ll hurt like hell.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve had worse.” He shimmies his jeans all the way off, his pierced, semihard cock on full display, and indicates where he wants the chain to go.
“I’m not tattooing your balls.”
Jesus, those are words I never thought I’d say.
Mateo smirks. “No, baby, but it’s going tolooklike it loops down there.”
I see what he’s looking for, and then I have to cleanse and shave him some more before I lay down a stencil and go back to work.
“My coworkers will be coming in soon, and you’re on display.”
“Are you afraid they’ll ogle me? Don’t worry, Savage, you’re the only girl for me.”
I snort out a laugh and shake my head, not even looking him in the face. “Sure I am.”
Five minutes later, I’ve finished with the chain, and I tell him to go look in the mirror, but again, he ignores me.
“Mateo, it’s important to me that you go have a look.”
With that, he frowns and stands. “Those were the magic words.”
He lifts that arm again, and takes in the watch and the chain, and with a satisfied smile on his perfect mouth, he nods.
“This is perfect.” He turns to grin at me, but the smile fades the longer he looks at me. “Dinner. Tonight.”
“You’re not told no very often, are you?”
“Never.”
I believe him.
“You know, I’m really a one-and-done kind of girl.”
But for him, I might want more.If I wasn’t concerned that he might be the reason my sister has been gone for seven freaking years. The chemistry is off the charts.
His brown eyes heat, and it’s not with humor or lust.
That pissed him off.
