I sit there looking at a blank screen. My cursor is mocking me, and my mind is on a sexy tattoo artist, that hasn’t called me again. It is Saturday night, and I keep picturing that woman at the shop. Since I saw her, I’ve been moody as hell and annoyed by any little thing. Kaiya is steering clear of me and words elude me.

Part of me wants to show up at the tattoo shop the next morning ready to help him and get some words out, but he hasn’t invited me back. In fact, I haven’t heard a word from him in three days. My phone is silent, and I’m on pins and needles. I never saw myself as that girl. It pisses me off to realize I’m that girl, who waited by the phone agonizing over when the asshole she likes is going to call.

“Dammit.” Rainbow’s head comes up off my feet. “Sorry Bow,” I mutter and rub her head. It is almost eleven and the shop will be open. He’d be working, probably on another leggy blonde, that shows more cleavage than a bikini and a short, so short if she bent down you’d be able to see if she waxed or shaved.

The doorbell rings, bringing me out of my grumbling thoughts. Rainbow takes off barking, and I follow behind her to the door. I look out the peephole and freeze. Sebastian is standing there with sunglasses covering his eyes.

“Open the door, Jaci.” His voice washes over me and sends my pulse tripping.

I bite my lip and look down at Rainbow. Her tail is wagging. She is excited to have a visitor. She looks at me as if to say, ‘What are you waiting for?’ I’m still in my pajamas, but I don’t have time to run and change.

“Come on Jaci.” Sebastian knocks on the door. “I know you’re there.”

My hand shakes as I turn the locks and open the door. Rainbow pokes her head out as soon as the door opens, but Sebastian doesn’t take his eyes off me even though he greets her with a head rub.

“Hi.” I tug on my shirt nervously. “How did you know where I live?”

“Nadine, are you going to let me in?” His voice is low and seductive. I move aside to let him in.

When he moves past me, his arm looped around my waist, and he pulls me against him, his lips come down on mine, and he turns me enough to shut the door. My back hits the hard surface of the door, and my breasts flatten against his chest as he blocks me with his body. Hungrily he kisses me.

His mouth pulls from mine and trails down my neck as his hands roam over my body. “God, I want you. Why the fuck didn’t you come back to the shop?”

I gasp when his mouth sucks on the upper curve of my breast. He grabs the hem of my shirt and steps back long enough to rip it over my head. We both groan when he cups my bare breasts in his hands with his thumbs moving over the stiff peaks of my nipples.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to.” I gasp out as his tongue dances around my areola. “Oh, God.” I moan and my back bows off the door when he sucks hard on my nipple. His teeth bite down eliciting pain and pleasure in a swirl of hunger and need.

“I wanted you to. I was just giving you time to process what is going to happen.” His beard tickles and scratches against my skin. The firmness of his touch and the feel of his lips trailing on my skin, it is a mix of sensations I’ve never experienced before.

He raises his head from my breast and kisses my lips softly. “Times up unless you say stop right now, Jaci. If not, I’m going to give you your second lesson in pleasure.”

“Second?” I ask, only half listening. My head is still spinning, and I feel like I just drank a bottle of wine.

“The other night when I made you come without even touching that pretty pink pussy was your first lesson. Lesson two is more, hands on.” He grins.

I hesitate for all of two seconds, “My rooms upstairs. Second door on your left.” He wastes no time in lifting me up. His hands are gripping my ass, while his beard tickles my breasts and his lips slant over mine again. I wrap my legs around his waist and cling to him, trusting him to get me there safely and losing myself in his kiss again.

The next thing I know, my door is slamming shut, and my back is against it. Bas shackles both my wrists with one of his hands and braces them against the door above my head.

“As bad as I want to and God, I want to fuck you so hard right now.” His hips thrust towards me. His rigid length is pressing into my belly. “I’m not going to fuck you now. When we do fuck, I’m not letting you out of bed for days.”

Sebastian claims my lips again and carries me towards the bed. I feel the coolness of the sheets on my back and the heat of his body over me. He pushes himself up and removes what is left of my pajamas, which wasn’t much only a pair of short pink shorts.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Jai.” His eyes rake over my naked body. He takes his shirt, shoes, and socks off, but leaves his pants on. I feel exposed and disappointed because I want to see the rest of him too.

He lies down beside me and props himself up on one elbow. His other hand cups my cheek as he places a much softer kiss on my lips. The fan overhead sends cool air blowing softly against my heated flesh. My nipples are already pebbled from arousal and tighten further from the chilled air.

Sebastian trails his finger down my chin, to my neck, over my collarbone, and everywhere he touches he leaves gooseflesh in his wake. He sets my body on fire with his every touch.

I moan when his fingers fit in my wet slit. His tongue dips into my belly before he kisses his way back up my body, taking his time to kiss, tease, nibble, and massage my breasts. I lift my hips against his massaging fingers.

“God, you’re tight.” He curls his fingers inside me, and I shudder around him.

“That feels amazing.” I squirm against him. My body is begging for more. He chuckles before catching my lips in another long hot kiss.

“Good. Just keep feeling, baby. We’ll both get off before we go to work.”

I moan when his fingers move over my clit. I rock against his hand and run my fingers through his hair; the thick strands are sliding through my fingers.

“Easy baby.” He chuckles. “You need to get off, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I groan out, moving against him and trying to get him to stop teasing me.

“I’m going to make you come so hard, and I’m going to come with you. Do you trust me?” His eyes are locked on mine as he waits for an answer. Why is he asking that? I trust him more than I trust most, but this feels different as if he’s about to cross many lines.

“Yes. Please, just get me there.” My breathing is unsteady, and my body is coiling tighter. I need relief.

Sebastian stands back from the bed making his hands leave my body momentarily, while he strips off the rest of his clothes. For the first time, I saw him below the waist, and it takes my breath away. He is huge. His legs look thick as tree trunks all sinew and sleek muscle, much like his upper body, his lower body is an inked canvas.

He is beautiful. Everywhere.