Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)

Only the boxers now. Usually, I'd take my time exploring every nook and cranny of his body. Today, I'm impatient. I trace the lines of the lock tattoo on his chest.

Girls always ask if they have the key to his heart.

I want that key.

I want to unlock all of him.

He slides his arms around my waist and guides me to a spot in front of the closet and its mirrored sliding door. "I want to watch you come again. Want you to watch it too." He turns my body so I'm parallel to the mirror then he takes my hands and places them on the wall. "Tell me you want that."

"I do." I arch my back to press my ass against his crotch.

Ethan does away with his boxers. Then it's just him. Being across from the mirror gives me a hell of a view. I soak in the sight of his naked body—defined muscles, miles of tattoos, that soft tuft of pubic hair.

His cock, hard and ready for me.

Damn, I need that.

"Please." I rub my ass against him.

Through the mirror, his eyes meet mine. He grabs onto my hips and pulls my body onto his. He teases me again and again. He teases me until I'm dizzy with lust. It feels so fucking good. And the look on his face—the mix of desire, control, and pure affection—fills me with utter satisfaction.

Through the mirror, I watch him enter me. Every inch of it is ecstasy. I feel more awake, more alive, more at home.

Ethan's fingers dig into my hips to hold me in place as he thrusts into me. I grip the wall the best I can. It keeps me steady enough to watch our bodies move together.

To watch the pleasure spread over my face.

I've never watched myself come before. Even when Ethan and I would have sex below his super-hot mirror on the ceiling, I watched him, watched his body.

It's strange watching myself. I can feel all the pleasure in my core when he thrusts into me. I can feel the pangs of need that shoot through me when he plays with my nipples. I can feel the tension knotting inside me as it gets closer.

But watching my body stretching to take him, watching my nipples redden between his fingers, watching my lips part with a sigh of desire—it's intense.

It's fucking hot.

"Come with me, Vi." Ethan brings his hand between my legs to rub me.

God yes.

I arch my back to match his movements. I watch him through the mirror. His eyes flutter closed. His teeth sink into his lips. He moves harder and faster.

Then he's there. And I have to close my eyes because I'm there too. I groan his name as my orgasm knots tighter and tighter. My fingers dig into the wall as I go over the edge. I come in torrents, my sex pulsing so hard I'm afraid I'm going to push him out of my body.

He only moves harder, deeper. His thighs shake as he comes. His nails scrape against my skin. My name rolls off his tongue as he fills me.

When he's spilled every drop, Ethan scoops me into his arms and takes me to the bed. He positions his body next to mine, his forehead pressed against mine, his chest pressed against mine.

He's still looking at me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen.

Right now, I feel like the best thing in the world.

Right now, I really believe I deserve all the pleasure and happiness in the world. I really believe I deserve to keep him.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ethan

Joel arrives just in time for the show in Chicago. He kills it the way he always does.