Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)

"You too."

The door slams shut behind her. It's one of those doors that always slams.

Ethan gives me a long once over. "We have a few hours."

"We do."

"You want to eat first?"

"No."

He smiles. "Me either."

Chapter Thirty-Three

Ethan

The tiny bedroom is pure Violet. Black bedspread and sheets, glittery rose decals on the walls, stacks of sci-fi DVDs piled high on her dresser.

Four math posters hang over her desk. One has a triangle with a hippo lying on the hypotenuse. Another has a pi symbol telling the square root of negative one to get real. Honestly, I'd have no idea what it meant if didn't own a t-shirt with the same design.

She catches me looking at her posters and blushes. "I'm still a math geek."

"I love that you're a math geek." I love that she has a place where she can be herself.

I love that she's inviting me into it.

It's difficult to resist pinning her to the wall immediately. I do it for long enough Violet can explain the jokes on her other math posters and show off her sci-fi collection.

I unbutton her coat and slide it over her shoulders. She does the same to me. Her lips find mine.

I kiss her with every ounce of hunger in my body. Being in her room is making me dizzy. It's a good dizzy. A this is intimate enough to last forever dizzy.

She digs her fingers into my hair as she moans into my mouth. Violet has always been a hell of a kisser, but she's more passionate now. She's giving more of herself.

I scoop her into my arms and lay her on the bed. Her groans vibrate down my throat. She rocks her hips against mine.

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.