Page 104 of Ruined

The elevator doors slide closed and before I can take a breath, Noah is on me. His mouth crashes against mine with such ferocity that I'm backed against the wall, my head spinning. For someone who just left the clinic with a gunshot wound, he moves with startling intensity.

"I've been thinking about this for three days," he growls against my lips, his hands already working at the buttons of my blouse.

"Your stitches—" I try to protest but my words dissolve into a gasp as his teeth graze my neck.

"Don't care." His fingers make quick work of my clothing, peeling away layers until cool air hits my skin.

The elevator chimes at his floor but Noah doesn't stop. He has me pressed against the wall, my blouse hanging open, skirt pushed up around my waist. When the doors open he lifts me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

"You're going to tear your stitches," I whisper, even as my body has other ideas and I’m instantly, arching into his touch.

Noah carries me through his apartment door, kicking it closed behind us. His eyes are dark with hunger as he sets me on my feet, only to strip away the rest of my clothing until I stand completely naked before him.

"On the counter," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Now."

I hesitate, feeling suddenly vulnerable under the intensity of his gaze. "Noah?—"

"On. The. Counter." Each word is punctuated with a step toward me, until I'm backed against the cold granite.

My heart pounds as I comply, hoisting myself onto the kitchen counter where just days ago we were together before everything went to hell. The cool surface against my bare skinmakes me shiver—or maybe it's the way Noah looks at me, like he could devour me whole.

I watch her body react to my touch—a masterpiece laid out before me on the kitchen counter. Every inch of Evelyn belongs to me now. The way her breath catches when my fingers trace the curve of her waist, the slight arch of her back when I move higher.

"You're fucking perfect," I growl, dragging my hands up her sides, feeling her ribs expand with each shallow breath.

My chest throbs where the bullet tore through me, but the pain is nothing compared to the need coursing through my veins. I've wanted her like this since the moment I first saw her with that violin.

I slide my palms over the swell of her breasts, watching her nipples harden at my touch. Her skin is like silk under my rough hands—too good for someone like me, but I take what I want. And I want all of her.

"Noah," she says, her voice breaking on my name.

I press my lips to her collarbone, tasting salt and something sweet that's uniquely Evelyn. The pulse at her throat jumps when I drag my teeth across it.

"Spread your legs for me," I command, my voice thick with need.

Her thighs part without hesitation. The sight of her exposed and waiting makes my cock strain painfully against my jeans. But this isn't about me—not yet.

I lower myself between her thighs, ignoring the sharp pain in my chest. Her scent hits me first—intoxicating. I grip her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter.

"Hold still," I warn, before burying my face between her legs.

The first taste of her nearly undoes me. I flatten my tongue against her clit, drawing a long, slow path upward. Her fingers find my hair, gripping tight enough to hurt. I like it—the pain grounds me, reminds me this isn't a dream.

I devour her like a starving man, circling her clit with my tongue before sucking it between my lips. Her thighs quiver against my shoulders and I hold her firmly in place.

I feel her body tense beneath my tongue, her thighs clamping around my head as she comes undone. She cries out my name, her back arching off the counter as she comes against my mouth. I hold her there, drinking in every drop, savoring the taste of her surrender.

"Noah," she gasps, her chest heaving. "I want to taste you now."

I straighten up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. The wound in my chest pulses with pain but I ignore it. Nothing matters except Evelyn and this urgent desire between us.

"This won't stop me from fucking your pussy later," I warn her, my voice rough with need.

Her eyes darken as she slides off the counter, graceful even in her desperation. "I want your cum all over my body," she says, sinking to her knees before me.

The sight of Evelyn Anderson on her knees makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper. Her fingers work quickly, freeing me from the confines of my jeans. When her hand wraps around my dick I have to grip the counter to steady myself.

"Fuck," I hiss as her tongue darts out to taste the tip.

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