6
We could stay like this for eternity, and I'd never complain.
My mate grabbed the hem of my shirt, easing it off my body. She sucked in a breath as her gaze roamed over me. Her fingers trailed over my shoulders, then along my chest. She moved to get a better view, then glanced at my lap.
"I, uh… Can I…" Her voice trailed off as her face flushed again.
"Mate, you can do anything you want to me."
My words made her cheeks brighter, but she awkwardly threw a leg over my lap. My hands landed on her thighs, helping her to find a comfortable place to sit. Once she settled, she returned to tracing my tattoos. Leaning back, I propped myself up on my hands so she had full access to everything but my back tattoo.
"You're ripped, like I can see every bit of your six-pack." Lia's fingers hovere
