Inked: A Bad Boy Next Door Romance by Lauren Landish, Willow Winters Read Free Book Online

flashes in front of my eyes and I try hard to push it away. I wish Katie would stop going on about Zane. Thinking about him just makes my temperature rise, and it’s already hot as hell. “What does it matter now anyway? I’ll never see him again.”
    Which is a good thing , I think to myself. He was nothing but trouble.
    Katie shakes her head at me in sympathy. “You just don’t get it, do you? You’re so scared to live a little just because of what happened between you and Zach that you’re missing out on the simple pleasures in life.”
    “How is going home with a total stranger and getting screwed by him 'missing out'?” I demand. “If anything, it cheapens me.”
    “Are you kidding me? That guy was hot as fuck, with a big ass dick to match.”
    “And how would you know what he’s working with?” Despite my question, I agree with Katie. When Zane was pressed up against me, I felt his bulge. And if the size of it was an indication of anything, he was hung like a horse.
    “Did you see the size of his nose?” she says with a wink.
    I roll my eyes. “You’re impossible.”
    “And you need to get laid. Preferably last night. Hey!” Katie yells at the other mover. “Don’t carry that like that!”
    Katie begins badgering this guy about how to properly carry a box of her precious items of God knows what, even going as far to follow him into the condo, leaving me alone in the hot sun.
    I’m about to follow her in when I see a box with my name on it on the back of the truck. If memory serves me correct, it's filled with a bunch of personal hygiene products that I don’t want anyone to see. I’ll take my tampons in myself, thank you very much.
    “I’ll just get that, and then I’m staying in the cool air until they’re done,” I mutter to myself. “I don’t care how much Katie bitches and whines at me.”
    I jump onto the truck and grab the box. It’s not that heavy, but it’s awkward, and I make it off the truck before I have to set the box down to try to get a different handle on it.
    “Need help with that, peaches?” asks a deep, familiar voice.
    Oh my fucking God.
    I look up into that cocky grin and those beautiful blue eyes. Instantly, images of last night are back in my mind and I’m filled with burning desire. Dressed only in a pair of blue jeans that are ripped at the knees, Zane is standing in front of me with his shirt off.
    I can only marvel at his incredible body. Seriously, his abs looked like they were etched by a grandmaster mason, chiseled to perfection. To make matters worse, a sheen of sweat covers his entire torso, and droplets are running down the hardened lines of his stomach muscles. I have to fight an extreme urge to want to bend over and lick it off.
    If I thought I was burning up before, now I'm in the fiery pits of hell.
    “What are you doing here?” I croak with disbelief, trying to keep my eyes level with his face and not that washboard stomach of his.
    Zane’s grin grows wider and his eyes seem to assess my body, making me feel even hotter. He’s pleased that he’s shocked me. “I live right there,” he says, nodding to the condo that's directly next to mine.
    I gape with shock. Seriously, I’m fucking floored. What are the odds? What are the odds that I meet this guy at the bar and run away from him, only to find out that he lives right next door to me?
    One in a billion, I think to myself. Fuck! I can’t run away from him now.
    “You’re shitting me.”
    Zane chuckles. Fuck. Even his laugh is sexy. “Nah. Actually, I was surprised myself when I saw you guys out here. I was like, no way. Apparently fate's decided to bring us back together again.” The way he looks at me conjures up the memory of running from his sexy touch. His eyes are telling me I’ve committed a crime, and he won’t let me get away with it.
    “Then fate must be fucked up in the head.”
    Zane throws back his head and laughs again. “You’re funny, I’ll give you