Page 197 of Chasing Ruin
Fuck me.
“I’ve been trying to get rid of it for two years. In fact, I was actively trying to do that… just now.”
I break into a coughing fit, stupidly choking on my own saliva.
She starts to rub my back, patting softly. But the thing is, she can’t do that without fully hopping on my lap. And now this woman is straddling me, grinding against my hard cock. All while I’m gasping for air—holding on for dear life.
Once I’ve pulled myself together, I drop my head on her shoulder. My arms are holding her close in a firm yet gentle embrace.
She chuckles. “You okay? Shall we continue?”
I nod, looking up at her beautiful face. “I’m okay. But… Charlotte, I think we should wait until—”
Lips.
On.
Mine.
I don’t even get to take a full breath before she’s crushing me beneath the scorching heat of her lips.
“Baby,” I whisper between breaths. “We should… I don’t want to… God!Fuck me—”
“Yes,” she breathes into my mouth, the word slipping out like a plea. “I’m trying to.”
Fuck.
My hands slide beneath her top, palms skimming over soft, velvety skin that makes my head spin.
Meanwhile, she’s already halfway through unbuttoning my shirt, fingers impatient, desperate.
I force myself to slow down. Carefully, I lift the hem of her blouse again—just a little this time. Enough to give her space. Time. An out.
And just like I thought, she hesitates. Not as sharply as before. Not completely. But enough for me to know this isn’t right. Not like this. Not the way she’s trying to push through it.
And I won’t let her do that. I won’t have her forcing herself past something—pastme—just to get through this moment.
I don’t want hesitation. I don’t want her to compromise.
I want her open, willing. Writhing with pleasure. Completely lost in it—so utterly consumed that nothing else even has the chance to exist.
Without missing a beat, I lift us both off the couch. Her legs wrap around me as I walk us to her bedroom—all without breaking the kiss.
Setting her down near the edge of her bed, I step back from her. I can’t help but smile when her hands don’t immediately unfurl from gripping my shirt.
God, her lustful gaze is still locked on me. Gleaming with need.
There’s a small frown forming, but I wipe it away with a wink. The intensity in her eyes alone has my knees nearly buckling, but I hold on.
I need to do this right.
Then slowly—almost leisurely—I pull the collar of my shirt from my back. Stripping myself bare.
A soft sigh slips past her swollen lips as she stares at my naked torso. Eyes dizzying with so much desire that it takes physical effort on my part not to grab her and pull her trembling body against mine.
She’s watching the twirling patterns of the ink on my chest—muscles twisting and stretching as I toss the shirt aside.
The tattoos are slightly hidden under a thick, dark smattering of my trimmed hair.
