Page 79 of Untamed
She shoots me a halfhearted glare. “And now I have stretch marks and my belly is never going to be flat again and?—”
Now that’s a temptation I can’t resist. I release one hand so I can spread my palm across the area beneath her belly button. “Your belly is never going to be flat again becauseit grew an entire human.” A human I’m pretty fucking fond of. “Flat doesn’t mean shit when you compare it to creating a whole person from nothing.”
I’m not stupid. I know what our society wants women to think. How it wants them to feel. Too much money is spent on pills and drinks and workout programs for the industry machine to allow women to be okay with looking normal. They’d rather have them starving and hating themselves than allow acceptance and appreciation.
Leaning forward, I brace my hands at Ruth’s sides, lowering my body until less than an inch separates us. My nose is barely touching hers when I say, “You are a fucking goddess, Ruthless.” I tease my lips over hers. “So lay back and let me worship you.”
Ruth sucks in a sharp breath as my mouth shifts away to trail along her jaw and down her neck.
She smells so fucking good. Sweet and luscious. The way I want her can’t be healthy.
It’s consuming. It’s left me no room to think about anything else. Anyone else. It’s making me rethink everything, and that’s scary as hell.
But tonight, I don’t care about fear. I don’t care about the unhealthiness of my growing obsession with the woman pretending to love me. I don’t care if it eats me from the inside out, leaving nothing behind when she goes.
All I care about is touching her. Tasting her. Showing Ruth what I could offer her if things were different. What we could be if life hadn’t set our paths the way it did.
When she’s in Maryland, all I’m going to have is what lives in my mind, and I fully intend to stock it well. With the way she tastes. How she smells. The sound of her voice as she comes for me. And I’m going to make sure I have a lot to remember on the long, lonely nights when she’s gone.
And they will be lonely. Because now that I’ve seen what mybed looks like with Ruth in it, I can’t imagine a scenario where I’d allow someone else to take that place. I can’t imagine wanting to touch anyone else. To please anyone else.
It makes me understand Tobias a little more. How he ended up the way he was. Why he didn’t want anyone but Brooke.
Because I don’t think I can want anyone but Ruth.
Especially with the way she clings to me now, her nails digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt as I palm the heavy weight of one breast, feeding her nipple into my mouth. It tightens against my tongue, the smooth skin puckering as I lap against it. I chase every sound she makes as I do my damndest to touch and lick every inch of her skin.
Right up until I get distracted by a particularly appealing part of her. It’s not the back of her knee—thought I’m still very interested in figuring out a way to fuck it—or the inside of her elbow. Also gonna rub my dick on that at some point.
At this moment, it’s the flushed pinkness of her swollen pussy that’s getting all my attention. Deservedly so.
I’m going to stay between her satiny thighs all night, savoring the feel of her clit against my tong?—
The thighs I’m so obsessed with clamp against my ears as Ruth shouts my name loud enough I’m glad there are two closed doors between us and Birdie. She writhes against my bed, one hand gripping my hair as she comes way before I planned.
Well… Shit. Didn’t mean for that to be over so fast.
Ruth sucks in a breath, wiggling her oversensitized flesh away from my still hungry mouth. “No more.”
Peeling off my shirt, I scrub it over my mouth and chin before crawling up her body. “You need to practice your stamina, Ruthless.” I kiss the end of her nose before shifting to one side. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I tug her back to my front. “Now go to sleep.”
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Ruth
Did Tucker just seriously tell me to go to sleep? Like he thinks I’m going to take even more from him without offering anything in return?
Based on the way he’s pulling the blankets over us, it seems like that’s exactly what he believes is happening.
“That’s it?” I try to turn, but the arm banding around my middle holds me firmly in place. The best I can do is crane my neck to peer at him over my shoulder. “You really think I’m just going to roll over and go to sleep?”
“It’s late. And you worked with Trevor all day, so I know you’re tired.” Tucker smooths back my hair, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “So go to sleep.”
I blink at him in the shadowy dimness. “But what about you?”
I can quite literally feel his suffering. It’s wedged right between my butt cheeks, nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants separating us.
“Don’t worry about me.” He cuddles closer, burying his face in my hair. “I’m more thanfine.”
