Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)

He pulls the door open and shuts it behind him.

It's just us, alone in here, the rest of the world far away.

It's just me and Brendon alone in his bedroom.

About to have sex.

Fuck, it's hot in here. I'm so wracked with desire I can barely move.

"Good girl." His voice is heavy with approval.

It makes my sex clench.

He moves toward me. "Stand up."

I do.

"Turn around."

It's strange, spinning on my heels, but I like everything about the heat of his gaze.

He runs his fingers over the waistband of my panties. "Fucking beautiful, angel."

My breath catches in my throat.

"Look at me."

I turn back to him. I study every inch of him. The intensity in his dark eyes. The short, dark hair. Perfect for my hands. Perfect for pulling when his face is between my legs.

Where the hell did that come from?

Some dirty version of me is taking over.

One who demands what she wants.

One without nerves or hang-ups.

"Take off your bra," he commands.

I hesitate. But I need more of that look in his eyes—the one that says the sight of me sets him on fire.

I reach behind my back to unhook my bra then let it fall off my shoulders.

I'm topless for him.

On display for him.

He drinks me in like I'm cool water and he's a desert traveler. He savors every inch of me. Then his gaze fixes on my chest.

"Fuck, Kay. You have no idea how much I want those nipples in my mouth."

"Why don't you?"

"This first." He drags his hand over my side. His touch is soft.

Slow. With utmost control.

He cups my breast with his hand. His thumb stops just short of my nipple.