Page 152 of His Ruin
There’s a fire in his eyes as he moves downward. The scruff of his jaw scrapes against me, causing my stomach to flutter as I become entirely consumed by him. His calloused hands slide down my bare leg with delicate, chaste touches, igniting heat in his wake.
I suck in as he draws closer to me, his cheek rubbing against my knee as his fingers trail up my thigh. Before he can dip further, I lift my leg, pressing the toe of my heel into his chest and pushing him back slightly. He looks like a scorned angel, his hair curling across his temples and pure hunger in his eyes as I deny his sinful lips from touching me.
I tilt my head as raw power flows through my veins. “You haven’t been a very good boy.”
The corner of his lips twitches before his thick fingers curl around the strap fastened at my ankle. “Forgive me, Mrs. Wilder?”
I press my toe harder into his chest, my eyes becoming low-lidded and predatorial. “Forgiveness isearned, Mr. Wilder.”
His palms run over my feet, sliding up tantalizingly. “I’m anearner, Mrs. Wilder. I’ll beg on my knees if I have to.”
My eyes narrow. “You’re on your knees now.”
Something sparks between us, a low ember that burns brighter with every passing second. Kaden runs his cheek up my calf, his gaze holding mine as my foot falls away and I allow him to get closer to me.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers ruggedly against my skin as he feathers light kisses up to my knee. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Melody.”
My lower stomach clenches at his deep tone, sending my pulse hammering as his mouth gets closer to the inside of my thigh. I feel unbearably hot under his touch, squirming as my hands grip the edges of my chair tightly. Kaden’s shoulder rests behind my knee, lifting me into a suggestive position as a few men whistle and clap.
My husband is covering me completely with his body, making sure no one sees anything they shouldn’t, as he parts my legs and nips at the soft flesh of my thigh.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” Kaden growls against my skin. His hands slow at the edge of my thigh, fingers brushing the delicate strap of my garter. The air between us thickens. His jaw tightens as he looks up at me with something much more than hunger in his eyes. “Melody,“ he rumbles in a prayer.
The room around us fades into a blur of shapes and hushed voices. The whistles die down when Kaden straightens, his body shielding mine completely, possessive and protective all at once. His fingers trace the lace almost worshipfully.
“You don’t get to rush this,” I whisper thickly. “You’re earning it, remember?”
A slow, crooked smile curves his mouth. “Then let me earn it.”
He takes the garter between his teeth, pulling it away from my leg as he works it down to my ankle. The whole way, he never breaks eye contact.
Hot.
My body is on fire…
I’m caught up in his hypnotic trance, our connection fizzling between us like a live wire as he finally grabs the garter, balls it into his fist, and shoves it into the pocket of his suit jacket. There are a few groans from the crowd, but Kaden ignores them.
“You’re supposed to throw it—”
He cuts me off sharply with an edge in his tone. “No one gets anything that once touched you, Melody. Only me.”
I swallow, nodding as he rises and holds a hand out to me. I take it, easing off my chair as applause ripples through the room.
“Dance with me, beautiful.” My husband whispers as he kisses behind my ear.
I know I’m a sucker, because I’m already falling. I only hope he’s there to catch me this time.
Chapter sixty-three
Melody
Therestofourparty was a blur of faces and congratulations. Dad finally made his way back inside for our father-daughter dance. He kept asking me if everything was okay, and it warmed my heart to know he was so worried about me.
Kaden led me out to his car after everything wrapped up, our fingers intertwined as he opened the passenger door for me. I guess the mental overload finally cracked me, because before I knew it, I was leaning against the window, my eyes closed as sleep beckoned. The rocking of the vehicle is distant in my dreams as I slumber.
Everything stops at once, and I don’t have the strength to open my eyes before Kaden tugs me away from the window, and my head rolls on the seat’s rest. I groan, but he shushes me before his door opens. There’s silence as he rounds the car before he pulls my door open and gently scoops me up bridal style.
My head lolls, resting on his chest as his scent washes over me. I can’t help but bunch up his shirt in my fist as he carries me into his home. I’ve never seen where he lives, but I’m not in a state to let my curiosity win. Not right now.
