Chapter Nine
Adam needed to focus. Tuning out the noise from the party was easy enough. Ignoring his senses around Reese was a different story. He had to block almost everything: the silky feel of her skin under his fingertips, the thump of her heartbeat, the soft scent of her perfume, her breath hitching when the cold ink stroked her, the fact that a n****e was a mere inch from his face. He could cause a wardrobe malfunction and have that n****e in his mouth in a second. He clamped his jaw tight.
He closed his eyes momentarily and let the art take over. When he reopened his eyes, Reese was looking up at the ceiling. Not having her stare at him made it easier.
With his concentration intact, his fingers flew over her skin, quickly marking a path. He worried about mistakes and not being a
