Page 74 of Ruined Vows
I wait as her hand is paused over the door handle. I reach across and brush my fingers along her wrist.
“Goodnight, Princess,” I murmur.
She scoffs, but it’s weak. “That’s it?”
“You want more?” I tease.
She turns, slowly and dangerously.
“I always want more,” she purrs.
I lean in.
So does she.
We meet halfway. No hesitation. No lead-up. Just mouth to mouth, heart to heart, like we’ve been holding it back all night and finally decided to let it burn.
Her hand curls around the collar of my shirt.
Mine sinks into her hair. It’s not sweet, nor is it careful. It’s hard, andreal.
When she pulls back, she’s breathless and smirking. Her lips are still slightly parted, as if she’s tasting me on her tongue.
“That was... okay,” she whispers.
I grin. “Liar.”
She steps out of the car without another word, hips swaying like that kiss didn’t level the goddamn earth.
And I let her go. I didn’t want to, but I gave her space so she’ll long for more.
I don’t drive away immediately. Like always, I watch her get into her building safely. And then I remain there. Letting the moment sink in. I smell her on the leather seat beside me, that she’s been baptized.
Then Luka clears his throat from the driver’s seat.
“You good, boss?”
I nod once. “Drive,” I bark.
My gruffness is fueled by the unfulfilled desire burning inmy gut. My cock is hard again. Every date has left me with blue balls, and if that’s her strategy, it’s working.
The city rolls past as we head toward the edge of the estate. Luka glances at me in the mirror.
“That was date four, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“How’s it going?”
“She’s not running,” I say.
He huffs. “She never really ran.”
“No,” I admit. “But she didn’t want to be caught, either.”
“And now?”
I look out the window. “She kissed me back,” I say. “Halfway. Like she meant it.”
