I peel off her boots, her jeans, her socks. I drag my hands up her calves and over the smooth skin of her thighs.
Her eyes get heavy with lust. "Ethan." She pulls me into a deep kiss. "You need to be naked now."
"You first."
She pulls her sweater over her head. There's Violet, lying on her bed with only a thin white tanktop covering her black bra and panties. Her breath is heavy enough to compete with the rain pounding the concrete outside.
There isn't a hint of apprehension in her eyes. Violet doesn't just trust me with her body. She trusts me with her heart too.
I lose track of my thoughts as she does away with her tank top. Slowly, she unhooks her bra and slides it off her shoulders. Slowly, she pushes her panties off her hips.
They land on the floor.
She's inviting me into her bed and into her life.
Her voice is heavy, breathy. "You're supposed to be getting naked."
Can't argue with that.
I take in every soft, curvy inch of her body as I strip to my boxers. Her expression gets needy as I climb into bed next to her. She runs her fingers through my hair.
Her lips meet mine. She kisses hard, sucking on my lips then my tongue.
I go to pull her closer but my hand hits something hard. Not hard exactly, but certainly harder than her skin. The feel of it is familiar. The shape too.
"You still have this?" I pull her rabbit-style vibrator from under the covers.
Violet turns every shade of red. "It still works."
I hold the power button until the device starts buzzing. "So it does."
She hides behind her hands.
I peel one hand off her face. Then the other. I use my free hand to hold her wrists over her head.
Her back arches. A sigh of pleasure falls off her lips. "Ethan…"
"You ever come until you pass out?"
She shakes her head.
"You want to?"
"You're going to kill me."
"I'll play I'm Only Happy When it Rains at your funeral."
"You'll have me forever if you play that song for me in public." She looks up at me through heavy lids. "You aren't naked yet."
"Help me with that." I loosen my grip on her wrists.
She traces the lines of the locked heart tattoo on my chest. Slowly, she rakes her hands down my torso and slides my boxers off my hips.
Her arms go right back over my head. Her wrists go right to my palm.
She wants to give herself to me.
She wants to be mine.