Page 48 of Indescribable Love

“Deal!” Within seconds, they were scrambling for their clothes and running into the house, laughing the entire time. In their bedroom, Simon dropped his stuff on the floor and scooped Juliette up in his arms before getting them both onto the bed.

Juliette’s legs wrapped around his waist as her hands smoothed over his chest, over his tattoo. “I don’t know why I’m so fascinated by this, but I totally am,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “I never expected you to have one.”

Hell, if this was the effect a tattoo had on her, he’d gladly go and get a dozen more.

But…later.

Much, much later.

Her skin was warm and smooth, and he didn’t want to talk about himself right now. All he wanted was to make love to her and turn a really crappy afternoon into a seriously great one.

And that meant less talking and more touching.

The kiss was brutal and needy; his hands shook as he tugged her panties down and helped her get them off completely. The room had one entire wall of glass doors that were open and it was almost like making love outside and it just fueled the fantasy.

With the way Juliette was responding to him, it was as if she knew what he needed and was more than willing to give it to him. And while it wasn’t outside under the stars, it was still wildly satisfying and utterly consuming.

Simon had no idea how much time had passed, because it didn’t matter. He needed Juliette for his sanity and because she fed his soul.

The cries of pleasure she let out canceled out everything else he was thinking, and he simply let the wildness take them both.

“Tell me about the lion.”

The sigh was loud and dramatic as he flung an arm over his eyes. “Seriously? Now?”

She was curled up at his side, their legs tangled together, and her hand over the tattoo. “Ever since you took your shirt off that first night, I’ve wanted to ask. The color is amazing. Is it new?”

Lowering his arm, he shook his head. “No. I got it the first time I played in Vegas, so…three or four years ago?” He couldn’t quite remember the specific date. “Anyway, I flew my brothers out to see me perform. I know it’s a bit clichéd, but all I could think about was how awesome it would be to spend my very first time in Las Vegas with my brothers.”

“I can understand that.”

“So they flew in the day of the show,” he explained. “And we were staying at the Bellagio—because I thought I was the king of the world—and I was performing at the Bakkt Theater at Planet Hollywood.” Shifting slightly, he turned his head to face her. “They showed up in my dressing room, and I swear I remember just feeling so damn happy. Like…they’d seen me in concert before, but for some reason, that moment was like the pinnacle of success for me.”

“Aww…”

“So I went out and did the show, which was awesome, and when it was over, I went backstage and showered and changed, and Jax was grinning from ear to ear and said he had made plans for us for the rest of the night.” He chuckled because he could still remember that goofy grin on his little brother’s face. “I had planned on us having dinner and then maybe hitting one of the casinos and then doing something touristy the next day.”

She laughed softly. “Sounds like you.”

“That’s pretty much what Jax said too when I told him what I thought we were going to do. Anyway, he tells me we have reservations at this amazing steakhouse, and then we’re all getting tattoos.” Another laugh. “Honestly, I thought he was joking, but obviously, he was not.”

“You all got tattoos that night? Even Noah?”

He nodded. “Even Noah. I think that was the most shocking part of the whole thing. I mean…as a rock star, it’s almost expected. With Jax being an athlete, it totally made sense. But Noah? He’s a straitlaced finance guy. I really expected him to put up more of a fight, but I guess Jax sort of talked him into it.”

“What did he get?”

“A phoenix and it’s on his chest, just like where mine is.”

“And Jax?”

“He totally went with a football theme—a helmet with his team’s logo, a football with the NFL logo, and then the shadow of two players. It’s cool as hell, and we had to practically do an intervention to get him to put his shirt on.”

“So he got it on his chest too?”

He nodded. “We thought it was cool that we were all getting them in the same place even though they were all different. It took hours. Like…hours,” he said with a slight eye roll. “I had no idea tattoos took so long. And it was so late and I was so full from dinner that I’m pretty sure I fell asleep in the chair. I had just performed a ninety-minute show, so I’m not ashamed to say it was well past my bedtime.”

“What time did you finally get out of there?”