Page 76 of Ruined Wrath
Scout groans, tucking the cards back into the box. “Already?”
“It’s late, and you’ve got a big day of playing tomorrow.”
Scout sulks, but as soon as he’s in his pajamas, the exhaustion hits, and he doesn’t bother fighting as Cormac ushers him into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
I head into my room to lay out my pajamas.
I jump as a hand snakes around my waist, and I’m pulled back against Cormac’s chest.
“Meet me in the hot tub,” he murmurs.
A shiver runs down my spine as his breath tickles the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
I turn my head just enough to catch the look on his face that tells me exactly what he has planned for me.
I nod, careful to mask the rapid thrum of my pulse as I realize what he’s saying.
Only when he disappears back into Scout’s room do I finally take a breath, feeling my body already start to hum with need.
While Cormac finishes putting Scout to bed, I quickly change into my bathing suit and throw a towel around myself before heading back through the suite and onto the terrace where the hot tub is situated, giving us a perfect view of the snow-covered trees.
I slide into the hot tub, letting the steam curl around me as I try to calm my nerves that won’t seem to settle.
The hot water makes my skin tingle as I lean back and close my eyes for a moment, trying to focus on anything other than how much I want Cormac.
At some point, the sliding door opens, and I glance around to see Cormac wearing nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, showcasing his impressive physique.
My mouth goes dry, and my eyes trail the lines of muscles, from his broad shoulders all the way down to the V that leads to his cock, which I can see is already hard.
His gaze sweeps over me like he’s measuring my every reaction as he stalks toward me.
I try not to betray how nervous I am, but I can’t hide the flutter in my stomach when he finally drops the towel.
I swallow a whimper at the sight of his erection. I can’t remember the last time I saw him naked. Ever since this mess with Lorcan came to light, he’s always been careful to keep a barrier between us, and I’ve been desperate to get my hands on him.
I don’t move. I barely even breathe as he climbs into the hot tub and wades through the water toward me like a predator stalking its prey.
His hands find my hips, and then he spins us around, pulling me onto his lap as he takes a seat, and I gasp as his cock brushes against my lower stomach.
Suddenly, I’m aware of every inch of him—the strong muscles of his shoulders and arms, the steady beat of his heart as I run my hands over his chest.
My hips move of their own accord, but Cormac tightens his grip, stilling me as he leans down and grazes his lips against my neck.
His mouth trails up my neck and along my jaw before he kisses me, softly at first, testing to see if I want more.
I melt into him, resting my hands lightly on his chest, feeling the tension in his body as well as my own.
The kiss deepens, and I wrap my arms around him, trying to anchor myself despite the overwhelming surge of emotions that are swirling inside me.
There’s anger, relief, desire, and fear all tangled together, and I know he feels it too from the way he pulls me even closer.
“I need you,” he murmurs, his voice so rough with need that it sends a pulse of longing straight between my thighs.
I pull back and take his face in my hands, stroking my thumbs over the beginnings of the stubble coating his jaw, needing to memorize every line, every speck of gold in his chocolate-brown eyes.
“I’m right here.”
He shifts beneath me, dropping one hand from my waist and sliding it up to cradle my face.
