Page 43 of Ruin

“Does it matter?” he asked breathily.

“Not really.”

His eyes watched my mouth. “You like it? Me calling you that?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. As my mind summoned the sensation, my cock ached.

Christ.

“I like hearing Taro from you.”

I smirked. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

I traced a couple of fingers over his shoulder, his arm, and back up again to circle them over his chest. I laughed to myself.

“What?” he asked.

“Just didn’t know I’d be where I am now and gettin’ hard over it too.”

Taro’s smile widened, and he started laughing, rolling to his back. I watched him. I could do so now, freely. Though shyness slipped in, and my face burned as once more nerves flickered to life. My gut acted up when he rolled back to face me.

Swiftly, Taro pushed me to my back and straddled my waist. My heart thumped hard in my chest as he pushed up my top.

“I had hoped, but I didn’t thinkyouwould be here in my room wanting to ‘talk’ after that kiss we shared.” His hands paused from pushing up my Henley. “You did come in here for something?” He groaned, closing his eyes. “I didn’t force myself—”

“No,” I said quickly. “I wanted to— Christ, this is embarrassing.”

His grin slipped back in place as he tugged at my top. I lifted enough for Taro to helpfully remove it from my body. He bit his bottom lip, looking down at me. “What’s embarrassing?” he asked.

“This. I don’t know. I wanted to taste you.”

His eyes fluttered closed. “Josh.”

Reaching up, I cupped the side of his neck and pulled him down to have his mouth. To claim it. He rocked over my hardness, and I pushed up to match his rhythm.

I didn’t care any longer.

This, being with Taro, having him in my arms, was a wild ride, and the feeling was a high I didn’t want to give up yet.

It felt good.

Right. In my head, chest, and body.

The man made me harder than a damn drumstick.

His lips trailed down my chin, my cheek, my neck. I wanted to sink into his skin and feel this forever.

Jesus Christ. Mind blown.

Taro kissed down my chest and licked at my nipple before biting. I hissed out a breath and rubbed my hands up and down his skin, his arms, back, head, then fingers through his hair. He kissed down further, where he was trying to head clear, but it wasn’t the time for it.

I had to laugh at myself, because I didn’t know where the fuck I had gone.

I loved sex.

I could fuck day and night for that sweet release, yet here I was, holding back because, and fuck me for thinking it, I wanted to know him.

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