Chapter 28
28
“ H ow will you know when I’ve recovered?” I ask as Chad’s placing kiss after kiss down my leg, making me squirm and giggle.
“One more sassy comment, and I’ll be buried between your legs.”
I bite my lip, considering if I should make one more sassy comment or enjoy the teasing he’s currently up to. “How come you still have your clothes on?”
“Because you haven’t taken them off me.”
“Look who’s being sassy now.”
He bites his lip, looking conflicted. “I’m a little nervous to take my shirt off.”
“Why?” Seriously, why?
“I have a bad tattoo.”
Immediately intrigued, I grab for his shirt. He doesn’t let me, holding onto my wrists and pressing them down into the couch. Fuck is this hot.
“You’re going to laugh.”
“Stop building it up. Let me see it.” I playfully thrash, but I really do like him pinning me down. Releasing my wrists, Chad swoops his shirt off. “What is this?!”
“A drunken mistake.”
“Chad!” My jaw is on the floor, staring at a circular tattoo that goes around his belly button. It’s like a crown of thorns design. “Is this why you didn’t send a shirtless gym picture?”
He nods, and outside of this tattoo being so ridiculous, I check out his thick and solid shirtless body. Chest hair. Zaddy.
“Do you have any other tattoos?”
“This one scared me straight.”
“Why not get it removed if you don’t like it?”
“It’s a reminder that I can’t escalate things for the story every time and that I need to grow up.”
“I like that you’re fun.”
“Fun and immature are two different things.”
I giggle, staring at it. A fucking belly button tattoo. “This made my night.”
“I like that challenge.”
“It wasn’t?—”
He leans down, pulling my thighs up and around his face. My eyes go wide feeling his nose rubbing me over my underwear. Another first.
“I could be down here for hours.”
“Hours. Yeah right.”
“You haven’t picked up on the fact that I take dares seriously?” he asks between my legs before biting my underwear.
I chuckle, thinking about his belly button tattoo and him being at the bar with the bunny mask.
“Maybe you shouldn’t dare me …” he says, looking up at me from between my legs. “Unless you want to.”
A giddy noise comes out of me, and he pulls my underwear down. “So sexy,” he says, running his hand down my body.
“I feel sexy.”
“Good. Now I want you to feel my tongue.”
We smirk at each other, and I flinch when he immediately starts making circles on my clit. “Fuck,” I exhale, loving the intensity.