Page 33 of Complete Me
He’s so close. His body is huge, especially compared tomine, and I love how his presence is so large. He’s wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, and I take a moment to study the tattoos that cover every inch of his skin. Without thinking, I reach out and trace along a long dagger that cuts through the center of a skull.
“Did you do them yourself?”
When he doesn’t answer, I look up at his face to find his head turned down, facing where my fingers trace along his skin, his eyes pressed closed like he’s concentrating heavily on something. When I look back down, my eyes narrow in like there’s a homing beacon shining right from his crotch. The thick outline of his dick presses heavily against his jeans, the bulge would be noticeable from fucking space, and I nearly gasp at the sight of it.
Holy shit, did I make Reid Knight hard? My fucking word, he’s packing. I mean, I assumed based on his massive Hulk size that he would be, but you never know about these things. Especially me.
“Reid?” I whisper in question, really wanting him to make a move. I need him to put me out of my misery. I shift on the seat, rubbing my thighs together for some type of friction. Reid releases a rough exhale before speaking.
“You should be good, Kins, hop down and take a look.”
He wants me to stand up? Is he actually expecting my legs to work like they’re supposed to? I think all he would have to do is brush my clit and I would combust into flames.
On very unstable legs, I slide down from the table and walk over to the mirror. My skirt is held up around my waist by my hand, and I turn to the side, admiring the gorgeous fine line work he did. My skin is red and angry, which doesn’t surprise me since I’m so fair-skinned and have always been sensitive.
“Reid, it’s perfect. I can’t thank you enough for this.”
“It looks beautiful on you,” he replies, standing behind meagain and studying my reflection with a severe stare. His eyes are heavily lidded, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Jesus. I need a cold shower and to put some space between us STAT.
“How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing, Kins. Trust me, it was my pleasure.”
It was my pleasure.
I trip over my words of thanks like a fumbling buffoon and say goodbye to him as quickly as possible. Once I’m in the safety of my apartment, I slide against the back of the door with my hand against my heart. That was . . . intense.
There’s no way Reid wasn’t hard, right? Could this have turned him on as much as it did me? I swear, for a moment in front of the mirror, he was considering kissing me. But there’s no way. I shake my head clear of the thoughts that I know won’t leave me that easily. Instead, I walk over to my full-length mirror and take a quick photo, sending it to Piper.
P: Holy shit, it’s gorgeous! What are those flowers? They’re so unique.
Me: Gladiolus. They represent strength. He said they mean little fighter or little warrior. He picked them.
P: Are you sure that man isn’t into you?
Me: Trust me, he’s not. Although…
P: Although what?
I pause my thought process, not wanting to sound inexperienced and foolish, even to Piper.
Me: Nothing, I swear he was just a little off today, but maybe he’s just serious when he tattoos.
P: Doesn’t sound like nothing.
Me: He was just a little more intense than he normally is
P: Mhmm. I’m ready for you to spill when you’re ready to talk
Me: Love you, P
P: Love you KiKi
Later that night, I’m devouring the book Reid left at my door. He clearly didn’t want to hand it to me himself, so even though we spent a few hours together while he tattooed me, I didn’t bring it up. I hold the note in my hand, looking over his handwriting and rereading his words.
Kins,
This one’s my favorite. He’s a broken man who finds a second chance at life in her. Pages 77, 149, & 303.
