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“Sure. Pick something.” She tucked her legs under her. “Want me to serve?”

“You can.” He switched the television on while she plated the slices. He turned on an old sitcom. “There isn’t much on.”

“This is good.” She folded up on the sofa again and held her plate. The second she bit into the piece, she groaned. The pie was good.

Jimmy switched the channel to a music station. “Better. This way we can talk.”

“We can.” She continued to eat. “This is yum.”

“Gino is a whiz with pizza,” he said. “I met him in school. He dropped out of business school to open a pizza shop and I left to start Tattoo You.”

“Sounds like you’re both successful. I meant to ask if you’d grown up here.” She continued to enjoy her food.

“No. I grew up in Crestline. I came here for college and because college towns are good for tattoo business. People want to break out and be different while getting ink.” He shrugged. “I can’t complain.”

“Makes sense.” She wanted another piece but didn’t want to look greedy.

“Want more? Help yourself.” He sipped his water. “Where did you grow up?”

“Here.” She tensed. “My parents had a trailer in Savoy Court Estates. I never understood why the developer called the place estates. This area seems more like a place for estates, not the trailer court. The Savoy is god-awful.” She hated talking about her past, but Jimmy made talking easy. “Sorry.”

He put his plate down. “You don’t have to apologize about your past or feel ashamed. I didn’t exactly come from a great situation.”

He had a point, but that didn’t make her past any rosier. “I hate talking about it.”

“Then we won’t.” He took her empty plate, then gathered her on his lap. “I’ve craved you all day.”

She draped her arms around his shoulders. “Have you?” She liked knowing he wanted her.

“Uh-huh.” He caressed her ass. “I wanted to taste your kiss, feel you in my arms and hear you whimper when I touch you.”

She sucked in a ragged breath. “Do you want to do that now?”

“Yes.” He rubbed her back under her sweater.

She wanted this man and needed this moment. No one else would do. She grasped the hem of her sweater and tugged it along with her T-shirt over her head. Her hair fell around her shoulders and her nipples puckered through the fabric of her sports bra. Of course, she’d wear a sports bra today -- wearing something sexy would’ve made sense.

“Beautiful.” He kissed from her jawline to her throat, down to her collarbone, then along the upper swell of her breasts.

She threaded her fingers into his hair as he unzipped the front of her bra. Her skin sizzled, and she couldn’t breathe. She’d never done anything this sexy in her life. The lights were on, he could see everything, and she wasn’t afraid of him looking at her naked.

He parted the sides of her bra, revealing her breasts. Instead of speaking, he sucked on her nipple.

She groaned. He knew how to touch her in ways that fried her brain. She stroked his neck and continued to toy with his hair.

He switched to her other nipple, giving it the same sexy treatment.

She whimpered and shivered. She felt alive and exciting. Her curves were an asset.

He palmed her breast and worked his way back to her throat. “I want you naked.”

“Only when I get to see you naked.” She let go of his hair and tugged on his shirt.

“Whatever you want.” He pulled away from her enough to pull his shirt over his head. He revealed his upper body to her, and she gasped.

Every inch of him from just below his collarbone to just above his wrists was covered in tattoos. The piercings in his nipples glittered in the light. She’d never seen a man so beautiful and sexy -- at least not in person. She’d seen beautiful people in magazines. He was here and hers… for four more days. She’d ignore that for now and focus on him.

“Like what you see?” He resumed palming her breasts. “Am I good enough?”

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