Page 222 of Ruthless Court
She slides them slowly from her face and places them on the nightstand. Her hair spills over her shoulders in thick, dark waves.
I reach for the hem of the oversized Stranger Things shirt.
She lifts her arms.
The fabric moves up.
My hands skim beneath it, tracing warm skin as she leans into me. Her breath catches against my mouth.
I kiss her.
She kisses harder.
The shirt disappears somewhere behind us.
Darkness folds around the bed.
Her body presses against mine.
Her skin is smooth beneath my palms, but something is wrong.
Too firm through the thighs. Leg muscles smooth and sharper than my own.
Muscle where I don’t remember muscle.
The scent changes too.
No almonds.
No warm trace of Hannah’s shampoo.
Jasmine.
Orchids.
Stronger perfume.
My hands stop.
The woman above me kisses the side of my mouth.
“I knew you still wanted me.”
The voice tears me awake.
For one disoriented second, I don’t know where I am.
Then I feel bare skin against my chest.
A mouth at my neck.
Hands sliding beneath the waistband of my pajama pants.
I catch both wrists.
“What the hell?”
She laughs softly and tries to kiss me again.
