Tattoos: COMPLETED ✔

Chapter 20

I don't know how long we've been laying here; it feels like hours, but it has probably only been a couple minutes. We sit mostly in silence, but we both ask eachother seemingly random questions every once in a while.

I grab his hand, and begin to trace the the tattoo on his wrist. "When did you get this one?" I ask him.

"When I was drunk."

"Oh?"

He runs a hand through his already messy hair. "I don't remember getting it," he says dryly, "One morning I woke up, and I had a new tattoo. I was actually thinking of getting it removed-"

"What? Why?" I ask letting go of his wrist and propping my head up on my hand, so I can see his face.

He shrugs.

I grab his hand again and rub my thumb across the swirls. "Well I like it," I say mindlessly and rest my head back on his bare chest.

"Then maybe I'll have to keep it," he says, his voice so low I don't think I was supposed to hear.

His words unsettle me, so I change the subject. "What do you do to workout?" I ask him turning my head and resting my chin on his chest, so I can see his face. The blanket shifts around us, and I blindly run my hands across his naked torso to feel his hard muscles.

Smirking, he captures my hand in his when I start running my hand down his happy trail and turns us over so we're face to face; my body caged in between his and the back of the couch.

"Why? Do you like what you see?" he says cockily and grinds his hips once into mine.

I stifle a gasp and roll my eyes instead, but answer truthfully. "Yes."

He smiles at my words, showing off his beautifully white teeth. "Good," he says running a hand down my side, to my hip, and squeezing. A small grin forms on my face.

"Now answer my question," I tell him getting back on topic.

He runs a hand through his hair as if he's trying to think. "I run, lift weights, box.. and my new personal favorite- fucking you," he says drawing out the last two words. I blush. I have to admit... having sex with him is my favorite form of exercise too.

But that's not what catches my attention- he said he boxes. "I didn't know you box."

"Yeah it's something I do every now and then." His face closes off as he talks, but it's soon forgotten when he smiles.

"Do you want me to teach you?"

"To box?" This could be interesting...

"Yes, I can show you some of moves," he says wiggling his eyebrows at me in a very boyish way, and it make me smile.

Propping myself up on my elbow I meet his blue eyes with my green ones. "You want to show me some of your moves right now?" I push against him and he turns over on his back; I move on top of him to straddle his lean waist, my legs resting firmly on either side of his hips.

A smirk spreads across his face, and his hands reach up to grip my hips. Before I can even blink he has me underneath him, one hand running down my side.

I squirm underneath him, and with his free hand he tilts my head to the side, so he can gain access to my neck. He starts to softly suck his way up and down.

"You want me to teach you some of my moves huh?" he asks palming my ass.

All I can mumble out is a mhmm.

"I think I can make that work," he says in a throaty voice. And he does. He shows me all of his moves. Over and over and over again.
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Strong arms wake me from my sleep; I feel myself being lifted into the air, and in my sleepy state I start to panick. I try to twist out of the persons arms, but I'm crushed gently against a solid chest and can't move.

"Jace?" I call out.

"Shh, I'm here," he says, and I instantly relax. My eyes blink, trying to adjust to the darkness, but not succeeding; it's too dark in here. It must be really late. I close my eyes again as Jace makes his way through my apartment, my head resting against his chest to listen to his steady heartbeat.

I hear a door open, and the next thing I know I'm laying on soft sheets. I hear retreating footsteps, and I open my eyes, but I can't see anything. I hear a noise coming from my left, and have to squint to find Jace; he's rifling through my dresser.

I'm about to ask what he's doing, but he shuts the drawer and makes his way back over to me. He's holding something in his hand, but I can't see what it is.

He reaches down with his free hand, and grabs both of my hands and brings them above my head. I feel a soft cotton being pulled over me. I think it's one of my pajama shirts.

After he's done, he pulls the comforter over my body standing so close I can tell he has his white dress shirt back on and his dress pants. I see him take a step back, and my hand involuntarily shoots out and some how finds his hand. "Stay," I tell him pulling weakly on his arm.

"I want to, but I can't." Why? "Duty calls," he says answering my unspoken question. He sounds irrated that he has to work, and my hand lets go of his reluctantly.

I see him leaning down. He tugs gentlg on my chin with his thumb and pointer finger and tilts my face up towards him. I relish in his scent and his warmth as he presses a hard kiss against my lips. "I'll see you tomorrow," he whispers in my ear, and it's both a threat and a promise.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm sorry for not updating in so long, but I was having serious writers block and I didn't know where I wanted this book to go, but good news- I plan on making this book into a trilogy. Please comment and vote of you liked this chapter!! I will be updating soon if you do!!