Page 45 of Ravaged Soul

Flicking his gaze over to the sealed door, Hyland nibbles his bottom lip. “We can go back to discussing you inviting Warner into your bed rather than me. Do I have to respect that too?”

Air whistles from my nostrils. Shock is quickly followed by embarrassment, but I quickly squash it. I’m a grown woman. Who I choose to sleep with is none of his business.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t let that go so easily.”

“Pretty hard memory to erase, Em.”

“Is that so?”

His hand moves from my knee to skate upwards, rubbing my upper thigh. “The sight of you, all naked and flushed, riding Warner’s face with your head thrown back and those beckoning tits thrust out…”

My quads tighten, instinctively reacting to the pressure of his touch. The path his hand travels leaves a red-hot trail of hyperactive butterflies, the tiny creatures determined to rip free from my cells and hold some kind of celebratory dance party.

“Did you like it?” he purrs.

“This isn’t the time nor place to discuss it.”

“Then answer the question, and we can go.”

Aggravation pushes me to play along. “Did I like what?”

Hyland’s head tilts, studying my reaction. “His mouth feasting on your pussy.”

My legs clench, trapping his hand an inch from the apex of my thighs. The corner of Hyland’s mouth twitches, the delicious darkness swirling in his green orbs intensifying his heated stare.

“Warner warned me to stay away from you,” he reveals. “Threatened me even. All while he crawled between your sheets to steal you for himself. Does that seem fair?”

My head rests back on the chair. “Does it seem fair to you?”

Hand moving from between my pressed thighs, it gravitates towards my denim-covered core. I quietly gasp when Hyland cups my cunt through my blue jeans, teasing me with a squeeze.

“No, red. It sure as hell doesn’t.”

“Then perhaps you should even the scoreboard.”

“Is that what you want?” He cocks a dirty-blonde brow.

“I’m not afraid to ask for it, but you already know exactly what I want.”

“Still being so demanding.” He laughs under his breath. “I admire that about you. Not many of us know what we want with such certainty.”

“I’ve made no secret of my feelings,” I squeak, feeling his fingers feather over my denim core. “You’re the one who denied me for months with thiswe’re just colleaguesbullshit.”

“Perhaps I’m done with that now.”

“Since when?”

His throat undulates, betraying his anticipation. “Since I walked into your bedroom and realised that all bets are off. We’re allowed to want you.”

I crook my neck so I can peer down at him. Hyland may as well have his own gravity for all the power his intense presence packs. Ignoring him is near impossible. And honestly, right now, that’s the last thing I want to do.

“Meaning?” I whisper throatily.

Lips parting, his tongue darts out to swipe over the pillowy swell. “Meaning I’m done playing childish games. I intend to take what I want now.”

“And what would that be?”

“Allow me to demonstrate.”