Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)

"After that, I want to make you come again."

Yes. That sounds perfect. I dig my fingers into his back. "Okay."

"Turn around."

I do. I'm not cold anymore.

I'm on fire.

He slides my bikini bottoms off my hips. Then his palm is on my hip and it's pinning my ass to his crotch. He's still hard. I want that. I want every inch of him.

He drags his lips over my neck. Then it's his teeth. Pleasure floods my body as he bites me.

"Harder." I rock my hips to grind my ass against his crotch.

He bites harder. Harder. Hard enough I cry out with a mix of pleasure and pain.

My eyelids press together. "Don't stop."

He still knows every nook and cranny of my body. He keeps me pinned to him, waiting for his touch as he plants kisses up and down my neck and shoulder. He moves to the other side. Then he traces his steps with soft nibbles.

He uses his free hand to push the strap of my bikini top off my shoulder. He's painfully slow about dragging his hand down my chest.

I grind against him as he traces the top of the demi-cup. Finally, he pushes it aside. My breast spills out.

He toys with my nipple as he drags his teeth along my neck. Then his teeth are sinking into my skin. It's hard enough it will leave a mark. It's hard enough my neck will be dotted with hickies.

It should concern me that Mal, Joel, and Kit will offer their opinions on the matter.

It should concern me that Ethan really is showing me how much he knows about public indecency.

It should concern me that I'm about ready to offer him anything, literally anything, if he'll just touch me.

But it doesn't.

Right now, I feel only two things—the pleasure of his touch and the prick of pain as he sinks his teeth into my neck.

"Please." I reach back for his ass.

He groans and drags his fingertips over my chest. Then he's pushing my other strap off my shoulder, pushing my bikini top to my waist, palming my breasts with both hands.

He rubs my nipples with his thumbs. Then his forefinger, his middle finger, his ring finger, even his pinkie.

My sex clenches. My body has missed those hands. His touch is the best thing I've felt in the last two years.

But I need more.

"Please," I breathe. "Ethan… please, I need you."

"Say it again."

"I need you."

He groans with pleasure as he drags one hand down my stomach. His fingers are that same amazing mix of soft skin and rough callouses.

The moment those fingers stroke my clit, I melt. I'm putty. My knees buckle. My muscles go slack.

But he's got me. He slides his free hand around my waist and holds my body against his.