Page 270 of Ruin Me Gently

Fingers swept down my stomach, over my ribs, between my thighs. Every. Inch.

“All clean,” he said with a smile. “Time for bed.”

I couldn’t even breathe before he was wrapping me in a towel, hauling me back over his shoulder and marching straight out of the bathroom—naked, dripping wet, and completely unbothered.

CHAPTER SIXTY

Itossed her ontothe bed, and she landed with a softoof,bouncing once on the mattress.

The way she’d fought. The way she held her ground. The way she moved, confident, powerful, fucking fearless. I wasn’t prepared for the way it would split me in two. Wasn’t prepared for the full-body, visceral reaction that tore through me like a goddamn hurricane.

She was right. Caveman brain took one look and went ‘must claim, must worship, must give her every damn thing she wants.’

And if I’m honest, her getting a stitch for a minute was a great excuse for me to get rid of Finn, so I could have her all to myself.

Her eyes narrowed, fingers curling into the sheets. “Okay. What the hell was that?”

I braced my hands onto the bed, one knee pressing into the mattress between hers. Her breath caught. Mine did too.

“You fought.”

Her brow furrowed. “Yeah?”

I swallowed hard, pulse hammering against every inch of my skin. I didn’t know how to explain it. How watching her move like that had done something to me. How it had seared through me. How it had made me want to drop to my knees and worship her.

She wet her lips. “Are you—” she hesitated, eyes narrowing, “—are you actually about to say that watching me hit things turned you on?”

I didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. She already knew.

Her eyes widened. “Oh my God.”

I clenched my jaw.

Her lips parted, and then she smirked.

I snapped. I moved.

Herbreath hitched as I grabbed her wrists, pressing them to the bed beside her head, caging her in completely. I dipped down. Not kissing her. Just close, hovering. Letting her feel exactly what she did to me. “I’ll ask you again. Do you think you’re funny, sweetheart?”

Her throat bobbed. “I mean, Iamkind of—”

I tilted my hips to remind her that we were both completely naked. “Keep pushing.”

The words died in her throat, and she swallowed, lips parting, chest rising slow and unsteady.

I dragged a hand up, tracing the curve of her hip, over her ribs, my palm spanning her chest. She was so warm and soft and perfect beneath me.

“Beautiful girl,” I said on a breath.

Her fingers tangled in my hair as I kissed lower, dragging my tongue across her ribs, her stomach, pausing just long enough to watch the way her breath stuttered, the way her thighs tensed.

“Silas.”

“I know, sweetheart,” I murmured, dragging my lips over her hip. “I know what you need.”

I spread her open, thumbs pressing into the plush give of her thighs, holding her exactly where I wanted her. Then I leaned down, burying my face between her legs, breathing her in deep, filling my lungs with her intoxicating scent. It hit me hard. She was like a drug, raw and completely addictive.

My cock throbbed against the mattress, but I didn’t move. Didn’t dare.

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