Page 148 of Ruthless Intent

The touch of her hands. The way her lips press open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. The feel of her skin beneath my palms.

I can’t bring myself to care about anything other than what’s happening right here, right now.

The past doesn’t matter, only the present.

I find the hem of her t-shirt and pull it up, baring her stomach, her ribs. Her breasts are covered by a thin silky bra, and I pull away from her mouth so I can lower my head to run my tongue over the material. The outline of her nipple is clear through the white silk, and when my tongue licks over the hardened tip, she lets out a soft gasp.

How long has it been since I had a woman beneath me?

The thought disappears as fast as it forms, when one of her hands pushes beneath the waistband of my sweats. Her fingertips brush over my dick. The sensation makes me hiss. She does it again, and I reach down to grab her wrist and pull it away. Lifting it, I pin it above her head, and find her lips with mine again.

She moves beneath me, one leg sliding over mine until she can hook it around my hips. The move drags me closer against her, my dick pressing against her thigh, and I groan against her lips.

I can’t think straight. There’s a reason this shouldn’t be happening, but I don’t fucking care what it is.

With my free hand, I reach down and pop the button on her jeans, and kiss my way down her throat and back down to her breast. Nudging her bra away with my nose, I lick over her nipple, then suck it into my mouth.

Her back arches on a gasp, and I shove my hand into her panties. While I nip, suck, and lick her nipple, my fingers search out her clit. Her whimpers when they make contact heats my blood, and I release my grip on her wrist so I can slide down her body.

My fingers curl into the denim, and she lifts her hips so I can pull her jeans down her legs.

“Fuck.” I kiss a path over her hip, her stomach, around her navel and to the other side.

“Zain.” My name is a soft whisper. One hand slides through my hair, curling against my scalp, and she tugs at my head.

My lips brush over her thigh, and I use one finger to stroke over her pussy, around her clit and down until I can push it inside her.

She whimpers, hips lifting again.

“Do you want my mouth on you? Do you want my fingers inside you?”

In reply, she tightens her grip on my hair and tries to force my face to where she wants it. I pull my finger free, and use my thumbs to open her up to my gaze. My eyes focus on the prize I’ve revealed, and I lick my lips.

I’ve already had my mouth on her once, but this time feels different, and I want to take my time. I want to savor every single second.

The first touch of my tongue against her clit is light … just the tip of my tongue, the slightest of licks. Just enough to get a sample of her flavor.

But a sample isn’t enough. It will never be enough.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

ASHLEY

What are you doing?

The question forms and splinters when his hand closes over my breast, and he buries his face between my legs.

There’s no room for thoughts, for questions, for words. There is only room for sensation, and I can do nothing but hold on. I have one hand wrapped into his hair, and the other above my head, my fingers gripping the arm of the couch, while Zain plays with my body like he’s a master musician.

His fingers, pinch, pluck, twist my nipple. He licks, sucks, and nips at my clit. And all I can do is whimper, moan and writhe beneath him. He pushes one finger, two, maybe more, inside me, filling me, stretching me, and the thrust of them matches the way his mouth sucks and licks my clit.

Pleasure builds, sending shots of electricity out from my clit, through my legs and arms, all the way to my fingers and toes. My body shakes as the sensation builds, and then there’s almost a feeling of being on a roller coaster. My stomach drops, my pussy clenches around his fingers, my back bows, and then everything … just … explodes.

I can’t see. Can’t focus on anything other than the pulsing of my body. I’m not sure I can even remember who I am. But slowly everything comes back into focus.

My heart is racing, the rapid sound loud in my ears. My head is thrown back. I’m sucking in air in loud, gasping breaths. And somewhere above me, Zain is pressing kisses along my throat and jaw.

“Are you back with me?” His words are an amused whisper against my ear.

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