Chapter 5

Amber.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my fingers wrapped around the side of the sink in a death grip.

"Get yourself together, Amber,” I said to my reflection, “stay focused and stop flirting with Reese's cousin. Reese's stupidly hot, kind of funny, with really soft looking hair—”

I cut myself off instantly, sensing that I was losing the plot.

The proverbial devil on my shoulder seemed to disagree, however, filling my head with all sorts of distracting thoughts like whether Trevor's hair was as soft as it looked, or what his tongue piercing would feel like between my legs.

I couldn't help but rub my thighs together, sending a jolt of shock through me. At this rate, I was going to ruin yet another pair of panties today.

Shutting the stupid devil thing up, I turned on the tap, letting the water run a bit before gathering some in my palm and splashing it on my face. I took a few deep breaths, letting the cold droplets cool down my burning, overheated skin. Turning off the tap, I dried my face with a towel and left the bathroom.

There. Good as new.

Trevor's head snapped up the moment I walked back in, green eyes observing me closely with every step I took towards him. My nipples pebbled into hard points underneath my top, and I quickly crossed my arms over my chest as I reclaimed my position on the couch.

“Mind giving me a tattoo tour?" I asked, completely shocking both of us.

He blinked a couple of times, before replying slowly, "My tattoos?"

“No, Dwayne Johnson's.” I rolled my eyes, before realising the absolute absurdity of my request.

“Unless you don't want to?” I added quickly, “In fact, I'm so sorry. That was kinda rude to ask.”

“On the contrary.” He said, hands already at the hem of his shirt, “I'll be glad to give a tour.”

I watched shamelessly as he peeled his shirt off his body, revealing more and more of inked skin stretched over toned, hard muscles. I was all but drooling when the shirt finally came off.

“Enjoying the view?” He asked, leaning back slightly.

“It's passable,” I replied, tongue darting out to wet my lips. His eyes followed the movement, green irises darkening for just an instant with an emotion I couldn't name.

“Let's get started then.” He smirked, the playful edge in his voice sharpened by something deeper.

“Yeah.” I said, wondering whether I'd made the right decision.

Taking a good look at his exposed upper body, I'd be lying to myself if I wasn't fascinated by exquisite works of ink. The most prominent was a long, winding eastern dragon, which covered the right part of his torso, went across his chest and down his left arm. The mouth was wide open and spitting flames that covered the back of his left palm, down to his fingers. His other arm featured vines that crawled downward, ending in roses that covered the back of that palm and the fingers of that hand.

Other than these two, he also had other smaller pieces, music notes, flowers, and skulls.

"May I?" I asked while extending my hand, my intentions obvious.

His eyes darkened even further with that unnamed emotion, but he replied, "Sure."

I began tracing at the head of the dragon, near his left wrist. Taking his hand in mine, I glanced up at his face, finding his expression set in an amused smirk.

“It won't bite, princess.”

“It's not the dragon I'm worried about,” I murmured, running my fingers along the linework.

“You do know a tattoo tour involves you talking, right?” I teased when he hadn't said anything after a while.

“Maybe I'm too stunned by the feeling of your hands on me.” He replied, and my head snapped up to meet his gaze.

“You're a big boy, you can take it.” I shrugged, placing the flat of my palm against a skull on his right pec before dragging it downwards. His skin was warm beneath my touch, the ink slightly raised against my skin.

“Oh, I'm taking it alright.” He closed his eyes as his head fell back, his chest rising and falling unsteadily beneath my palm.

Such strong, hard muscles. I flicked my thumb against the metal poking out of one of his nipples, causing him to twitch violently underneath my touch.

“Careful.” He warned, sounding strained.

Ignoring him, I softly dragged my nails down his toned abdomen, my initial action forgotten with every inch downwards my hand moved. I followed the contours of his abs, tracing until I reached that sinful V and my hand brushed his waistband.

All I had to do was tug slightly to see just how far down that V went, to see if there were any more surprises—

A large hand wrapped tightly around my wrist, effectively pausing my exploration and snapping me out of my lustful haze.

I looked up to see the calm look gone from his face, replaced by an expression of raw, undisguised need. He was breathing heavily now, and his long fingers flexed slightly around my wrist as he asked in a low, raspy voice, "Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

Of course I did.

But I'd burn in the ninth circle of hell before ever admitting anything.

His other hand slowly cupped my face, his thumb tracing the shape of my lips. Breaking our eye contact, I glanced downward, a gasp escaping me at the sight of the bulge in his black shorts, mere inches from our joined hands.

“You're trouble, you know that?” There was no disguising the emotion in his voice now. That same emotion burned through me, sending a rush of slick between my thighs.

I opened my mouth to reply, but that just caused his thumb to slide between my lips. I lifted my eyes back to his, not breaking eye contact as I sucked on the digit.

“Fuck.” He cursed, his hand sliding to the back of my neck and crushing my lips with his.