He drew circles over her butt with the soapy sponge. The liquid dripped down her legs, making her feel horny all over again. “When did you get the tattoo?” he asked, drawing his finger around the outline of the rose on the small of her back. “Almost a year ago. I thought I’d do something wild when I turned thirty.” “I like it. It adorns a very pretty ass.” She wiggled it. Jake put his arms around her and pulled her in close and nuzzled her neck with his nose. “I’m surprised you don’t have one. Well, I haven’t seen one, and I think I’ve checked out most of your body now.” “Never thought of getting one,” said Jake. “I thought you military guys loved them?” “Yeah, but I guess I’m a chicken when it comes to needles and pain. I hate getting shots, so I don’t think a tattoo is for me.” “I was used to pain because I’d been through childbirth.” Jake laughed and ran his hands over her belly. She wanted to turn around and kiss him so badly. She almost did, but she didn’t want to drive him away because she loved having him around.
