Let’s put it bluntly: if I went a long time without shaving, the cat got a little bit more fuzz to it, if you get what I’m saying.
The implications that I’d gotten a pussy tattooed right next to my pussy hadn’t actually hit me until later. I’d thought about getting it removed, but as the years had rolled by, I’d just put it off. I mean, tattoo removal was supposed to be painful enough without it being inches away from one of the most sensitive spots on my body, right?
So, anyways, yeah… No. Freaking. Way was I about to show it to Caleb.
“No way.”
He chuckled, leaning back. “C’mon, what do you mean by certain place.”
“It’s intimate,” I said briskly, swallowing as I pursed my lips.
He grinned. “Darlin’, you’ve had your fingers inside of me with my life literally in your hands.” He shrugged, winking at me. “I think we’re already pretty intimate.”
I shivered, taking a shaky breath.
“Trust me, I’d need something stronger than tea to get me show you.”
Caleb just held my eyes, shaking his head. “Nah, you wouldn’t. You’re so much braver than that.”
“Are you trying to flatter me into showing you?”
“Is it working?”
I giggled. “Slightly.”
Caleb grinned, and damn did that grin do things to me. Terrible, wonderful, wrong-but-so-right kind of things. Things that made me lose control. I held his gaze, feeling my skin tingle under that heated, hungry look in his eyes. And all I could think about was the kiss from earlier, and the fire he’d lit inside of me.
“But hey, if you’re too chicken—”
“Reverse psychology? Really?”
Caleb chuckled, throwing his hands up. “Fuck it, I give up. I’m just saying, as a professional, if it’s a tat you don’t like, I could maybe tell you if it’d make for a decent cover up.”
I paused, chewing at my lip, the heat throbbing inside of me. Part of me wanted to shut this down right now. Part of me wanted to push it and see just how close to that edge I could get.
…Guess which side won.
“Screw it.”
I stood, tonguing the inside of my mouth as I set my mug down on the coffee table between us, locked eyes with him, and stepped around to stand right in front of him. My breath caught, and my skin tingled as my hands dropped to my jeans. I popped the button, every single fiber of me being burning with energy as the jeans started to open right in front of him. My face went red, and I could feel the heat pooling between my thighs as I slowly reached for my zipper.
“I cannot believe I’m doing this,” I whispered.
“Kennedy, you really don’t—”
“Who’s chicken now?”
He grinned, his eyes dancing over mine before they dropped hungrily to where he could see a peek of my tummy as I lifted my t-shirt. My hands tugged at my zipper, and I silently thanked the fates that I’d managed to put on something at least resembling “sexy” panties instead of ragged laundry day ones. The blue lace edge came into view as I peeled the jeans away, slowly wriggling my hips as I blushed fiercely and started to tug them down.
“Fuck, Kennedy,” Caleb groaned, his jaw clenching. And the growl that I heard catch in his throat sent this primal thrill of heat through my core.
I tugged the jeans down a little more until they were about halfway down over my ass and my hips, digging into my skin just below the tattoo. I reached down, my face feeling like it was about to erupt into flames as I slid a finger under the edge of my panties, thanks the fates again that I’d trimmed at least somewhat recently and tugged them over an inch or two.
“Here,” I whispered, my voice thick.
Caleb slowly smiled. “Hold up. Did you get the cat because—”
“Because I wanted to be a vet,” I muttered quietly. “I didn’t realize… you know…”
“The whole ‘pussy’ thing?”
My face went hot.
“Yeah, that.” I swallowed. “So, what do you think?” I half-whispered, my voice shaky.
Caleb sat up, making my breath catch sharply as he leaned in close to me, his eyes dancing over my exposed skin and making me tremble.
“Well,” he purred, his voice growly and low in the quiet of my living room. “I think you’ve got great taste in panties, doc.”
I groaned, heat blooming in my face as I rolled my eyes.
“No, seriously. Blue really brings out your eyes, and with your hair?”
I looked down at him, biting my lip as I saw that panty-melting grin spread over his face.
“You mean the ink,” he purred.
I nodded, not trusting myself to open my mouth with him sitting right in front of me like that with his breath teasing across the lacy edge of my panties.
“It’s prime for a cover up. The lines are small, it’s not shaded, and you might not like the placement, but it’s actually placed really well.”