Page 10 of Marked By The Filthy-Mouthed Grizzly
My cheeks get insanely hot.
“A tattoo, I mean,” I quickly correct. “Ink. I want ink.”
I swallow hard as he grins at me.
“I’ll take care of you,” he says with that deep sexy voice. “I’ll give you anything you need.”
I swallow hard.
“Magnus, you doing okay up there?” the cool-looking girl with the tattooed arm sleeves and black hair asks. She has the same bright green eyes as Magnus does.
“All good, Victoria,” he says with a carefree smile. “Everything’s good now.”
The woman looks at me a little harder, like she’s analyzing me for a few long seconds. I shift uncomfortably under her calculating gaze. She takes a breath with what looks like relief and then gives me a big wide smile.
I wave awkwardly to her and then turn my attention back to Magnus. It’s hard to keep my eyes off him, even for a second.
“I’ll put my mark on you,” he says as he looks at my tingling neck. “What kind of tattoo are you thinking?”
“Oh,” I say as I open my purse. “I got some ideas off the internet.”
He leans forward as I put some printed papers on the counter between us. His rugged smell hits me—pine, sandalwood, nature, sex—and it sends a thrill racing through my body.
“I was thinking something like this,” I say as I show him a picture I printed out. “Two wolves howling at the moon.”
He raises a brow. “Wolves?”
“Yeah,” I say, nodding. “Do you think you can do something like that? On my back shoulder?”
Those seductive green eyes lock on mine. “I can do anything you like, Erica.”
My pussy tingles hot as I think about all the things I’d like him to do to me. Flashes erupt in my mind—those lips on my neck, his weight pressing down on me, those big greedy hands pushing my legs apart, a big thick cock pushing inside…
“Okay,” I say, trying to ignore the persistent dirty thoughts racing through my mind. “Let’s do it. The tattoo, I mean.”
He grins as he walks over to his workstation. “Follow me.”
My legs feel all shaky as I walk over to the long black leather chair. He sits on the stool as I sit beside him, tucking my legs together.
He pulls out a sketch book and a pencil case and starts working. I watch his eyes focus on the page, his brow furrowed, his hand loose as it brushes across the scratchy paper.
I could watch him work for hours. He looks so at ease, so at home, so in his element as he sketches the howling wolves and the large moon in the background.
We sit in silence as he works and it’s not long before he’s done.
“Something like this?” he asks as he hands me the sketch book.
I take one look at it and my eyes fill with tears. “It’s perfect,” I whisper. “I love it.”
He adds a few more finishing touches and some shading to it, really bringing it to life. This man is dangerously hot when he concentrates.
I notice the girl, Victoria, watching me from the corner of her eye, her lips twitching like she’s analyzing me or trying to size me up or something. What’s her deal? She probably has a crush onMagnus and doesn’t like me around him. I can’t blame her for that.
“Is this your shop?” I ask, trying to get some more information on my new crush.
He doesn’t look up as he sketches, trying to get my tattoo just right. “Sure is. I started it with my brother and sister a few years ago.”
I take a breath of relief when it clicks. Those green eyes… They’re eerily similar.
