Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)

This is the kind of pure, overwhelming desire I've been missing the last year.

It hurts.

But in the best possible way.

He brings his hands to my waist and peels my torso up. Until it's pressed against his, my back against his chest, my ass against his crotch, my head against his chin.

He holds me in place with one hand.

Runs the other up and down my side. My hip. My ass. My chest.

This time, his thumb brushes my nipple.

Fuck, that feels good.

I let out a groan.

Another.

Another.

He toys with me like I'm made for him. Then it's his index finger. Middle. Ring. Pinkie.

He moves to my other breast and does the same.

He shifts his hips so his cock grinds against my ass.

He was right.

I do feel like I'm his.

And I trust him to lead me anywhere.

It's scary how much I trust him with my body. But I feel too good to care.

He drags his lips over my neck as he toys with my nipples.

He toys and toys and toys.

Fuck, my sex is aching.

"Please," I breathe.

"You'll come when I say you come."

The demanding tone makes my sex clench.

God, he's so sexy in control.

I want it. All of it.

His rocks his hips against me, his cock against the flesh of my ass.

Those jeans are in the way.

There's too much in the way.

He teases and teases and teases.