Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)

His eyes close. His brows knit then soften.

"Fuck, Violet. I'm gonna come."

He moves harder and faster. I do the same. I suck hard as he thrusts into my mouth.

He tugs at my hair as he fills my mouth. He tastes good. Sweet, salty, and so fucking familiar. I wait until I have every drop of him then I swallow hard.

He pulls me to my feet and presses his lips to mine. "Fuck, you're amazing."

"You say that to all the girls who go down on you in clubs?"

"No. Only you." He tucks his cock back into his boxers and zips his jeans. His touch is soft and gentle as he puts my bra and blouse back into their proper place. "Only you, Vi."

He kisses me like my lips are oxygen.

Chapter Nineteen

Ethan

The cell phone alarm is a rude awakening. I swear Mal arranges the tour schedule just to fuck with us. Who plans on leaving at eight A.M. after playing until eleven the night before?

My head is heavy from the lack of sleep. I need coffee, a lot of coffee.

Then my eyes pass over Violet and I don't need shit. Violet naked in my bed is a better wake-up call than all the coffee in the world.

I drag my fingertips over her hips, side, chest, shoulders. She stirs as my fingers find her neck.

Her green eyes blink open. "Don't tell me I'm supposed to wake up right now."

"You don't. You can stick around here all day and take the train to Seattle tonight."

"Tempting."

"Then you'll miss exploring Seattle with me."

"What's there to see in Seattle?" She lifts her arms over her head as she yawns.

"The original Starbucks?"

"I don't like chains."

"You go to Peet's Coffee all the time."

"Because it's not in New York City."

"The Space Needle."

"I don't like needles."

I laugh. "It's not that kind of needle."

"I've seen pictures. It's long and pointy at the top." She pushes herself up. Her hands go to my bare chest. "How did you get so many tattoos?"

"Don't mind needles."

"Still. They must hurt." She traces the lines of my chest-piece—a winged heart with an ornate lock. "This one is new." There's a clear implication in her voice. Did you get it because of me?

Can't answer with a clear no. None of my tattoos were analytical decisions. I'm not the analytical type. With all of them, I felt the need to mark my body with an image. So I did.