Page 32 of Ruined

I realize she’s talking about Ryker and I saving her from her ex and that she has feelings for me. I’m the one she wishes would notice the feelings in her eyes. And now that she’s telling me, I see it. The longing, the wanting there to be something between us.

“Luna, I never…” I’m not sure what to say. I never gave her the impression that I wanted something more. I was just trying to be the nice one. Ryker is the douchebag, and sometimes our clients just need someone that will be nice to them.

“You didn’t, but it was me thinking you might want something. But I know you don’t, and honestly, I got over you a long time ago. Just seeing you with someone else, even if you’re not like that, not yet at least... It brought some feelings that I haven’t dealt with just yet. But that’s okay. I’m okay. But that girl in there, she’s not. She’s scared and hurting. And, from the kiss you both had before I walked in…” Smirking, she points to the camera in the corner of the living room. Well, fuck me, I didn’t think she would look at them while we were here. “She ran, not just because I got back, but because she realized she’s okay with you touching her and that scares her. So, either go in there and tell her how you feel or show her. Either way, I’ll make sure I wear some earplugs tonight.” Luna laughs. Walking around the island, I drag her into me.

“I’m glad we didn’t kill you.” I chuckle.

“Don’t worry, buddy, me too.” She sighs, tapping my back, and I release her. “Go,” she says, handing me a few bags of candy.

Smiling down at her, I take the candy and head towards the bedroom. I’m not sure how this is going to go over, but I sure as fuck hope in the end I can kiss her again. Even if that’s all she wants from me. I’ll make it the best fucking kiss.

I knock on the bathroom door, shifting on my feet. I’m usually not the shy one uncertain about my actions, but I also don’t want to spook Blake. I’m not sure how Luna got all the information from just watching Blake yesterday, but I sure fucking hope she’s right.

“Can we talk?” I swallow the lump in my throat. “Blake, I’m—please just come out,” I beg. Me, a damn murderer begging a girl who kisses sloppily. Who would’ve thought?

I’m only met with silence. Which does not soothe my ego. In fact, I’m getting more annoyed as the seconds pass.

“Blake, I’ll ask one more time for you to open this door. It doesn’t lock, and you know for a fa—” The door swings open and a very angry Blake stands there, arms crossed over her chest, death glare in perfect place on her face.

“Sunshine,” I start, only to stop. Because now that she’s here, standing in front of me, all I can think about is touching her, kissing her, and wanting nothing more than to feel her skin against mine.

Rolling her eyes, Blake steps around me, moving to the bed.

“Blake, we need to talk.” I sigh, turning around.

Blake shakes her head, climbing into the bed.

“You don’t get to do that. You might get away with ignoring your family because you’re mute, but not me,” I growl, stepping towards the bed. Shy Blake must have left the building because she rolls her eyes once more, shakes her head, and pulls the blanket up to her chin, glaring at me.

“Fine, I’ll do the talking and you can shake your head or nod.”

Of course, Blake shakes her head at me.

“That was your first kiss,” I tell her, stepping even closer.

She takes her sweet time before she nods, pressing her lips together.

“You’re beginning to trust me.” Another step.

This time it took her even longer, glancing everywhere but at me. Finally, a quick curt nod, refusing to look at me.

“Luna says you’re starting to have feelings for me,” I mutter, pressing a knee against the bed. Blake snaps her head towards me at the mention of Luna’s name, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was jealous. “Is it true?”

Blake bites her bottom lip, and my restraint, which I’ve barely been holding onto, snaps. I’m bending over Blake, my hands on either side of her face.

“Do you want to kiss me again?” I whisper, finding myself, a man who never prays, praying she does. I worry she’s going to tell me no, that she’s going to end up hating me because I’m being more forceful than I’ve been with her so far.

“Just say the word, Sunshine,” I mumble, holding my breath.

Blake searches my eyes, slowly raises her hand, and I think she’s going to slap me. Only she doesn’t, her hand faintly touches the back of my bun, slowly pulling the hair tie out. My hair fans around my face. I open my mouth to question her, when she presses her palm against my cheek, her thumb running against my skin. Closing my eyes, I lean into her touch. I never would’ve thought I was desperate for physical touch, but I’m aching for hers.

But all of that vanishes when she slides her other hand around the back of my head and presses faintly down. Her lips part slightly, and I take that as a yes. Mytongue pokes out, licking her lips before I press them against hers. I groan low in my throat and Blake eases her fingers into the back of my hair, pulling.

Deepening the kiss, I savor the flavor, chocolate, and all Blake. I lick along her tongue; she’s slowly gaining confidence. It does nothing to help control my hard-on. I’m scared she’s going to notice and freak out. I won’t fuck her; I need her to know that. I want to, but I won’t. Not until I have her full trust.

Breaking away, I need to tell her all this. But Blake has other plans. She grips the back of my head, forcing my lips back down. Not that I fight her, not at all. Blake wraps around my brain, clawing herself inside me, refusing to let me breathe without her.

Her tongue intertwines with mine, and I know she feels me against her now. Her hands leave my face, sliding down my neck towards my back. I should stop this, it’s getting too hot and heavy, and the need to rut into her becomes overwhelming.

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