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One arms flows around my waist, pulling me closer. I squeak at the rapidness.
God, he’s fast.
His heavy palm slips under my tank top and presses into my back. I arch into him. My heart pounds in my veins.
Fire, Lilah. You’re playing with fire.
Calloused fingers glide over my cheek in a sensual caress. It’s gentle, but agonizing as his thumb scrubs my bottom lip. My eyes flutter.His hand moves back, cradling my head in one cool palm. When he lowers his head, I stop breathing.
The first brush of his lips is like velvet. Tender and patient. I make a noise, fingers digging into his shirt in hopes of feeling skin.
He stills.
When he doesn’t move in either direction, I start to pull away. “Ruin?”
A low rumble pours from him, and his mouth fastens on mine with a hunger I don’t understand. But Iwantit. I rise up in his arms, tasting and nipping at his bottom lip with the answering need in my belly.
My fingers thread through his dark hair, pulling at the short spikes until he moans into my mouth. That one sound makes me bolder, hotter.
Needy.
I shift to my knees beside him. Grabbing the armrest beside him, I climb atop his rock-hard thighs to straddle him.
He leans back on the sofa as I collapse into his lap. “Lilah...”
I kiss him again, chest heaving as my breasts brush his chest. He tastes like he smells. Spice, heat, and expensive whiskey.
His head dips forward, biting at my lip. Those strong hands grip my waist, pulling me closer. Almost to where I need him—
The door opens and bright light filters into the little room from the hall.
I’m dumped onto the sofa as Ruin soars to his feet, putting a wide amount of space between us. An abyss, really. I try not to notice the tension in his shoulders or the pink, wet sheen to his mouth.
Or the quivering fire in my stomach.
Raina glances between us, her lips trembling in an attempt not to smile. “Thought you’d want to see where you’ll be working. But I can come back?”
Though she phrases it as a question, she doesn’t need to ask.
I peer at Ruin. He leans against the far wall, jaw tight, expression empty, and his body language locked down as tight as it will go.
There’s no chance I can get him back where I want him. Where Ineedhim. Not now.
My eyes roll back to Raina with a sigh. “Yeah. A tour would be great.”
Chapter 21
Ruin
Underground’s dining hall buzzes all around me. Humans and supernaturals laugh, talk, and argue under the dim lighting. My eyes track over the crowd as I try to force myself to breathe. To maintain an outward display of calm.
But inside...
Inside...
Damn.
Inside her fucking lips are over mine; a ghost sensation that won’t ease at all. Nor will the fucking ache in my groin.
