Candela's P.O.V.

My fingers hovered over the buttons of his shirt. This was insane.

With a quick breath, I began peeling his buttons off, one at a time, each pop a countdown to my insanity.

His skin was warm under my trembling hands. Toned. Ridiculously toned. And god…tattooed.

A large raven spread across the right side of his chest, its wings splayed in mid-flight, its sharp eyes almost as piercing as his. There were more tattoos trailing down one side of his torso, disappearing ...