Page 111 of Heart & Hope

This moment and the last we shared don’t add up.

“What’s goin’ on, Ruby?”

“Nothing, it’s the post-event comedown. I’m fine. I told you that.”

Her words are clear, but the feeling I had in my gut moments ago lingers. Her hand lands on my chest, reducing to one finger as she runs it over into the valley between my pecs and then down my stomach. I tamper a growl.

“Are you sure, because before you were?—”

Her finger presses against my lips. “Shhhh.”

Lightning lights up the sky outside.

And when the prettiest fuckin’ smile blooms on her face, I forget my own goddamn name. Quick, rough hands have her around my hips in an instant. Cock pushing into her wet center as she wriggles. Knowing exactly how to drive the last brain cell from my head.

“Fuck, baby, those heels are doing all sorts of things to me.”

“Good.” She dips her head, cupping my face with her hands, the softest touch pressing into my jaw from her elegant fingers. “Because you have that effect on me, and then some.”

I huff a chuckle, and she covers my mouth with hers, eating up the reverberation that rattles up. She’s hungry. Starving.

I match her need with my own.

I’m steadily burning up with the ache to be inside her and have her wrapped around me until we fall apart. To watch her face shatter with release. So pretty it almost splits my chest in two every single time. I sweep my tongue over her lips, andopening, she lets me in. Coveting any part of her she offers up, I pad toward the bed.

Sinking onto the edge of the mattress, I run my hands through her hair and a thumb over her neck. The soft, satin-like skin washes with goosebumps, her nipples diamond hard and rubbing against my t-shirt. I break the kiss, and she rests her forehead on mine as a loud crack of thunder splits the air and rattles the windowpanes. “We playin’ nice or givin’ in to those damn heels, baby?”

“Giving in,” she whispers.

Air rattles from my lungs as my chest plummets, my hands snapping to her breasts, cupping each one. She tilts her head back and parts her lips on a moan.Sweet Jesus, Ruby.

I could implode from seeing her like this.

I close my eyes, dragging slow, grounding breaths in through my nose and out my mouth. My last resort to keeping this from escalating so quick either one of two things will happen: I come before I have a chance to sink into her wet pussy and bring her to release, or things get rough.

And we haven’t spoken about that.

When I haven’t moved for a moment, she grinds on my lap again. Her breasts bounce with the slow, drawn-out movement, her lithe body illuminated by the constant flashing sky.

“Rubes, not the best idea with where my head is at right now.”

A half smile plays over her lips as she takes her breasts in her hands, her gaze turning heated. “Where is your head at?”

“Flipping you over and pounding that sweet, wet pussy into the bed until you’re screaming my name and have long forgotten yours.”

Her face blanches with surprise for a heartbeat, and she swallows but raises an eyebrow and studies my face. “I want that, Reed.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” she utters. Her breathing shallows out as she works on my t-shirt, tugging it up over my shoulders and tossing it to the ground. The wind picks up, howling against the house now.

“If I’m too rough, you tell me, alright?”

She nods.

“You promise, Rubes. I can’t hurt you.”

Now my air is wedged tight. I can’t breathe.

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