Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

"It is massive." His smile lights up his bright eyes.

"But that wasn't enough. You needed jewelry."

"And this." He takes my right hand between his. Traces the lines of each ring with his thumb.

"What about it?"

"Why is it you're adorning your right hand?"

I wiggle my left hand. I'm wearing rings on every finger there too.

"So, you use both?"

I can't help but laugh. "That's where you're going with that?"

"Unless you've got nipple piercings I don't know about."

So much for keeping my mind off my boobs. I bite my lip. Fail to force a smile. This is silly. I can't kiss Dean and keep my thoughts off my chest. If I kiss him, I'm tearing off his clothes. And he's tearing off mine. And his hands are going right to my chest.

And, fuck, I want that.

I want that so badly.

"You okay, sunshine?" His voice pulls me back to the room.

"Yeah. Just tired."

"You forget your London Fog?"

"Haha." I flip him off with my left hand.

He releases my right. "Do the design. Then you can head out."

"That's all for today?"

His gaze shifts to the clock. "You've been here for ten hours."

"But I…"

"I know I'm irresistible, but I'm taking my tired ass home."

"Don't you have a gym date with Walker?"

He arches a brow. "Didn't realize you had my schedule memorized."

"I notice things."

"Notice tattoo designs."

"I do."

"Pick one." He nods to the banana. "For the other side."

"Oh."

"A Latin quote."

I stick my tongue out.