Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)

His eyes stay glued to mine. "All your clothes."

Heat pools in my core as I do away with my bra and panties. I've been naked in front of Ethan plenty of times, but this feels different.

He gives me a long, slow once-over. "Sit on the bed."

My stomach flutters with nervous energy. I practically float to the bed. My knees knock together. I place my palms on my thighs to steady myself and I meet his gaze.

Ethan takes a few steps towards me. "You think about me when you touch yourself?"

"All the time."

"Because you want me?"

For a second, my inhibitions kick in. This is too revealing, too scary. But the look in his eyes spurs me on. "Yes."

"Because you want the pleasure?"

"Yes."

"You deserve that pleasure." He gives me another long, slow once-over. "Spread your legs."

I do. It's like my body is moving of its own accord. It has no interest in my inhibitions.

Between the bulge in his jeans and the desire in his eyes, he's making a compelling argument against inhibitions.

"I want to make you come every day. When I can't make that happen, I need to know you will." He moves closer. "Show me. Show me how you touch yourself."

He wants to watch me come from my own hand.

My entire body flushes. No doubt my cheeks and chest are as red as my hair. There are nerves racing through my stomach, but there isn't a single part of me that wants to deny him.

I want to show him how I touch myself.

I spread my legs a little wider as I slide my hand below my belly button. His blue eyes stay glued to me. His expression stays intense and wanting.

He wants me that much.

Pleasure spreads through my torso as my fingers skim my clit. It's strange being on display for Ethan—we never did this—but it's strange in an amazing, hot as hell kind of way.

I hold his gaze as I stroke myself. There's all this desire in his blue eyes. His breath is heavy and needy. That's for me. He's wrecked with desire because he's watching me.

The intimacy is intense, but that feels right. I want to be exposed to him. I want him seeing all of me—my body, my heart, my soul.

The tension in my core knots. I hold Ethan's gaze until I can't manage it anymore. My eyelids flutter closed. I fall onto the bed, on my back.

Still, I stay on display for him.

I spread my legs wider.

With a few more brushes of my fingers, I'm at the edge. Then I'm there. I groan and shake as I come. My toes squeeze the sheets. My sex pulses with aftershocks. It takes a full minute for me to catch my breath.

I should feel shy, embarrassed, exposed. I don't. I'm exhilarated.

Ethan takes my hands and pulls me to my feet. His lips find my ear. "You're fucking amazing, Vi."

He kisses me, hard. I slide my tongue into his mouth. I dig my hands into his hair. Right now, it really feels like I'm his. I need more of that. I need all of that.

I only break the kiss to tug his t-shirt over his head. He kicks off his shoes and socks and shimmies out of his jeans.