Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)

Kaylee

Now. I'm going to go to his bed and strip now.

Why does that set me on fire?

I'm hot everywhere.

Every part of me is desperate to strip in Brendon's room. To wait for him. To be on display for him.

It's scary how much I want to follow his orders.

But it's too exhilarating for me too care.

I make my way up the stairs, down the hall, into his room.

It's quiet. Empty. Just that big four-poster bed, the dresser, the desk in the corner.

I undo my zipper, step out of my dress, and sit on the bed.

My reflection is there, staring back at me from the mirror opposite his bed. I never thought about its placement, but now it makes perfect sense.

It's so he can watch.

So I can watch.

I stare back at reflection Kaylee. Her eyes are on fire. Her knees are pressed together. Her chipped nails are sinking into her thighs.

All of her—all of me is already begging for release.

I bite my tongue. My bottom lip. My index finger.

Nothing takes the edge off.

I need him here.

Touching me.

Kissing me.

Fucking me.

Now.

I cross my legs. Uncross them. Press them together. Pry them apart.

It only amplifies the ache between them.

I can't wait any longer.

I'm going to burst if I don't get him now.

There are footsteps downstairs. They're far away. They stay far away for too long.

Then they move closer.

Up the stairs.

Down the hall.