Page 86 of Ruthless Sin
She turns toward me.
She puts her right hand on my chest.
The hand stays.
She kisses me.
The kiss is the library kiss with weeks of waiting in it.
My right hand goes to the back of her head. My left stays on the mattress between us. I’m keeping the left hand off her body until I’m asked for it.
She kisses harder.
Her tongue between my teeth.
Her right hand has gone from my chest up to the side of my neck. Her thumb is on my pulse.
I make a sound at the back of my throat I haven’t made in three years. Half-syllable. Raw.
My cock is pressing against my zipper hard enough to hurt.
She doesn’t stop. She makes a sound too, quieter, surprised, and I taste the surprise on her tongue.
I pull back one inch.
I put my left hand on her ribs, over the bra, and let the hand sit there.
“Mila.”
She doesn’t open her eyes.
“Say yes or no.”
A beat. Another.
“Da.”
Cracked. Her throat hasn’t made this sound in years.
I keep my hand on her ribs.
“You say stop and I stop. Any second. Clear?”
She opens her eyes.
“Yasno.”Clear.
I bring my other hand up to her face.
“If you need me to stop, tap my head twice. Hard. I stop. Any second. If something doesn’t feel right, tap me. Understand?”
She nods.
“Show me.”
She lifts her hand. A beat — I watch her decide — and then she taps the top of my head twice, firm.
My throat closes for a second. I hold still and wait for it to pass.
