Pull Me Closer

Jett Sterling Skinner. Friend.

Kami

"Sit still," I ordered when Jett squirmed again. He brought a hand up to itch his nose and I threw the nearest object that I wasn't currently using, which happened to be my phone, at him. He effectively dodged it and it bounced harmlessly off my pillow and onto the floor.

"My nose was itchy," he pouted. He looked like a petulant child. I didn't hesitate to inform him of this fact and his pout grew even more pronounced. How is it possible to look masculine while pouting? It shouldn't be, I can tell you that, because the result is one adorably sexy Jett Skinner.

"Lucky for you, I'm done with your face," I muttered, running my thumb lightly over the diagonal line on his neck to smudge it, trying to get the muscles there perfect.

"You know you have a perfect body but you have a freaking muscular neck," I voiced my thoughts out loud. He tilted his head back and laughed, causing those muscles to stand out even more.

"Stop that," I snapped. He sobered and put his head back, a smirk still on that unfairly beautiful face.

Once I was finished with his neck, I sketched the smooth line of his shoulder, then down, turning into hard biceps, each muscle defined and deserving of being included in the sketch. His forearms were trickier because of the angle, but I made sure that the small veins running up them due to the way they were flexed stood out.

I moved back up to his chest, using the pads of my thumb to make the sharp lines of his collarbones and pecs smooth and hard.

He was in a relaxed position, resting on his arms which were stretched out behind him, his head slightly up and tilted with a cocky smirk on his face.

He was wearing nothing but jeans. So far, I had managed not to blush.

I moved down to his abs, and decided that I would take my time studying this particular area.

"Um, tiger, I think you have my abdominal muscles memorized," Jett said in an amused tone after a few minutes of me staring unabashedly at his stomach.

I shook my head and bit my lip, tilting my head.

"Nope. Not yet."

Despite my words, I started sketching, outlining each individual bump and contour with my charcoal pencil and pinky finger.

When I got to that hard V that disappeared into his jeans, I felt myself blush for the first time.

"My stars, miss artist," Jett said in an exaggerated southern accent, "are you blushing?"

I glanced up and gave him a small smile, taking in the way he was biting his lip on a smile in obvious pleasure over my ogling.

"Oh, shut it," I mumbled.

He laughed again and I didn't stop him as I smudged the frays at the edges of a large hole in his jeans leg.

After I was finished with his jeans and feet, I went back to redo his hands. They were only partially exposed, but I didn't think the way I had drawn them before did his rough, scarred, callused fingers justice.

Once I had his body, I went back and did the tattoos.

I wanted to get the details all right, so I walked over and sat next to him on the bed.

He patiently let me trace over every one of the intricate details with my eyes and fingers.

"These are gorgeous, Jett," I breathed, biting my lip and taking in the smooth swirls and jagged lines that made up the huge tribal design covering his biceps, shoulders, pecs, and the side of his neck.