Surrender of a Tattooist: Obsessive Dark Romance Alpha Bad Boy (Tattooist Series Book 2) Read Free Page A

were long windows cut into it, but the windows were covered by a fine mesh too. The building had open sides as well to let in bright sunlight and the wind, but it was still a prison of sorts.
    She preferred talking about the birds than Cliff. Though she had to admit part of her was a teeny bit pleased he’d talked about her to Randy. Somehow that seemed a compliment. “I wish they could be free,” she said, focusing back on the birds.
    Randy nodded. “We all do. Most of them are too harmed to fly, or they have been here healing so long they’ve lost the ability to hunt now and must be kept.”
    “That’s a shame.”
    “Yes, but having them in the wild where they would die would be worse. Besides, they do get to fly. Would you like to see?”
    She nodded eagerly.
    Randy moved toward a different cage. “I have to hood Braveheart. He’s a touch cracker, this one. Stand back.”
    Cliff’s arm drew her backward. Their bodies collided and a little frisson of desire shot through her, rooting her in place. She was against his body, and his arms draped casually across her hips. It felt good there; the heat and weight of it was perfect. She felt her heartbeat pick up and she shivered softly. His voice murmured into her ear, “It’s pretty exciting, isn’t it?”
    Was he talking about watching Randy hood the eagle, or their bodies touching? She couldn’t be sure. They were both incredibly exhilarating. She sighed and murmured, “Yes, very.”
    His body was lean and muscular. The colorful tattoos wrapped around his arms drew her eyes. She knew he had more, and suddenly she was dying to see him naked, see every drop of ink on his satiny, taut skin.
    Randy came out with the eagle. To her surprise, Cliff moved away from her and donned a thick, heavy leather gauntlet, placing it carefully on his wrist.
    They headed out into the bright California sunshine. She walked slowly behind Cliff, admiring the way his lean legs moved in the tight casing of denim. The rise and fall of his ass under those jeans was mesmerizing, and she had to tear her eyes away from that enticing sight or risk tripping on the exposed roots of the trees clinging to the lush hills.
    They came into a clearing and Randy passed the eagle over. Cliff placed it carefully on his wrist and then crooned, “Stand back a little, Pixie. He’s still pretty wild. He’s a little mercenary too.”
    Just like the man holding him . She nodded and stepped back. Desire flowed through her body, heated and silken, as he lifted his arm and released the enormous bird into the sky.
    The eagle soared upward, its mighty wings beating faster. Its cry was wild and powerful. Cliff stood waiting, his head back as he tracked its progress across the blue dome of the sky.
    The sun glinted down on his head, bringing gold and red highlights up from his deliberately messy hair. She wanted to touch his hair, run her fingers through it and feel the texture of it below her fingertips. She wanted to hold that hair as he lowered his mouth to her body, right there in the spot between her thighs where she was aching so badly.
    The eagle circled, screaming wildly. Something deep in her body responded to its delight in its freedom. It was untethered and flying, streaking across the sky.
    Cliff stood there, one hip slightly jutted out. Pixie’s eyes dropped to the front of his jeans.
    Below the tight material she could just make out the slightest suggestion of his cock, and her whole body erupted with goose flesh. Her breath stopped, started. Her pupils dilated and a fine sheen of sweat covered her body as that heat crested and covered her. He was so damn sexy, commanding even, standing there looking skyward. He could call that wild creature back so easily, and it would come to him.
    She held her breath as the bird plunged downward.
    Suddenly fear shot through her. What if it came at her with its talons and beak? It would rip her to bits if it wanted to. She froze, unable to move and no idea what to