Page 131 of Ruin My Life

I follow her lead—slow, measured, but no less hungry.

Her hands move into my hair as mine slide down the curve of her bare thigh. I trace up gently, avoiding the lingering burn on her leg, and curl my fingers into her waist, pulling her closer as I kiss her deeper.

She’s whimpering against my mouth now, hips shifting beneath me, her kisses growing more desperate.

When my hand glides beneath her shirt, pushing past the warm slope of her ribs, my fingers brushing the swell of her breast—

She tenses.

Her palm presses against my chest.

I freeze. Just like I promised. My heart pounds, but I wait.

Her grip on my neck doesn’t falter, and the fire in her eyes hasn’t dimmed—just shifted.

I don’t move. I don’t ask. I just wait for her to speak.

“Leave my shirt on.” She says it so softly that it almost sounds like a plea. “Please.”

Something in me breaks at the lack of edge in her voice—the fear behind her eyes.

But I don’t ask why.

She’s trusting me to be this close, and this is obviously a line she doesn’t want me to cross. Whether she wants to tell me why or not isn’t my business.

At least not right now.

“Okay,” I say, just as softly.

I pull my hand from beneath her shirt and smooth the hem back down over her stomach. Then I cup her breast overtop of the fabric instead, rolling her stiff nipple between my fingers through the thin cotton.

Her back arches beautifully beneath me.

“Is this better?” I ask, my voice low, reverent.

She nods, but that’s not good enough.

“Use your words, little rose,” I murmur into her ear, and pinch her nipple just hard enough to make her cry out.

“Yes,” she moans, hips rolling against me until the head of my cock slides through her slick folds, coating me in her desire.

Fuck.

I shudder at the sensation—her warmth, the way she’s soaked for me, the way she moves against me like she’s trying to draw me inside without words.

My entire body strains with restraint.

I want to savour this. Make it slow. Burn the image of her like this into every cell of my body.

But she’s grinding against me, whisperingmore.

And I’ve already passed the point of no return.

I line myself up, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance, swollen and slick from how much she wants this.

Wantsme.

She sucks in a sharp breath through her teeth, her thighs twitching around my hips.