Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)
"I do." I cup the back of her neck and tilt her head so we're eye to eye. "You want to know why we're flying to Los Angeles?"
She nods.
"It's because we can't
fly into John Wayne. No arrivals between eleven P.M. and seven A.M."
Her eyes flare with curiosity.
"The night of Asher's funeral, I sat in your bed and I played all the songs he would have liked. You told me he would have hated being stuck in an urn in your parents' living room. You told me he would have wanted to be someplace where he could feel free, like in the Pacific Ocean."
"I did say that."
"You said he'd want to float away from the Huntington Pier."
"Ethan—"
"What do you say, Vi? You game to break the law?"
"Yeah."
"Gonna make you get your parents' blessing first."
"You're no fun."
"I can prove you wrong about that right now."
She smiles and slings her leg over my hips. "Ethan, this is—" She presses her lips to mine in a deep, slow kiss. "This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me."
"It's nothing."
"No, it's everything." She kisses me hard and deep. "Is it fucked up that I'm wet?"
"A little." I slide my hand under her skirt and press my palm against her panties. "But normal for a goth babe."
"Am I goth or am I a Cali girl?"
"You're a goth Cali girl."
She shakes her head. "Ethan, I… I…" She leans down and kisses me again. It's harder this time. Needier. "Please."
I pull her panties to her knees as I kiss her back.
This—making Violet happy, making Violet come—means the fucking world to me.
But if I had a gun to my head and I had to choose between her and music…
Her lips crash into mine. She groans into my mouth as she shimmies out of her panties.
I stare into Violet's gorgeous green eyes.
She needs to be mine forever. But will I really be able to keep her if I can't put her leagues ahead of everything else?
My thoughts evaporate as her hands go to my jeans. She rubs me with her palm then she undoes my belt and pulls down my zipper.
I lift my hips so she can push my jeans to my knees.
Right now, Violet is mine.