Page 90 of Almost Ravaged

I readjust, resting the side of my head against hers instead.

“Better?”

With a contented hum, she leans back and splays her hands on my thighs.

The sight of her fingers spread wide over my bare skin ignites a flame deep in my core. I home in on the knuckle of each delicate finger, the freckles thatdecorate the backs of her hands, her shiny nails, coated in some sort of polish. I savor every point of contact between us.

And when she leans back, gives me all her weight, and lets me fucking hold her?

I’ve never been happier.

This is it.

Right here. Right now.

Tonight is our night.

She drags her nails across the tops of my thighs, and I shudder. As if my reaction encourages her, she does it again. And again. Back and forth, sparking little bursts of desire with each pass.

By the tenth pass, my dick is painfully hard. I reposition so she can still rest back comfortably without getting prodded in the ass.

Although, fuck, right now, I’d give just about anything for the opportunity to prod into her.

She tips her head up, exposing her neck to me, and I lose my train of thought. Focus trapped on the hollow of her throat, I lick my lips. The urge to run my tongue along her pulse point is almost too much.

Eventually, her soft, hazy brown eyes find me, ensnaring me. “You’re sure you didn’t want to go out with Atty and the rest of the team tonight?”

When I uncoil my arms from her waist, the loss of her is almost painful. The ache dulls, though, when I brush the back of one hand down her arm. With my free hand, I grip her chin and hold her right where I want her.

She responds beautifully, parting her lips, tipping back farther. Opening just for me.

Desire courses through me, and I forget to breathe. Being the object of her focus like this is like being slammed into the boards and knocked straight on my ass.

I clear my throat, and when I find my voice, it’s barely a whisper. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I want to do everything with you, too?”

A whimper escapes her.

Goddamnall her little fucking sounds.

She flips her wrist and laces her fingers in mine. “Only maybe?”

Not only maybe.

It’s never maybe when it comes to her.

I’ll do everything in my power to ensure we’re never apart. To ensure that always is the only ending for us.

I curl over her, fueled by our closeness and the openness we’ve stumbled upon tonight, and lick my lips. Then I bring my mouth close to hers, sharing her breath.

This is it. I’m going to tell her. I’m going to kiss her. I’m going to finally make her mine.

“Sawy—”

A screech rends the air, the pitch and intensity sending my blood pressure through the roof.

I jump up on instinct, dislodging Sawyer in the process and stepping in front of her defensively.

“Grant, get back here.”