Page 7 of Mine to Ruin

“Why did you follow me?”

He throws his head back, exhaling heavily.

“Do you always follow random women and kiss them?”

He chuckles and his finger trails up my exposed arm. “You piqued my interest.” A line digs between his brows, as if that’s a new concept.

“Hmm, so you say women usually follow you?”

He raises a brow. “Would it be wise to answer that?”

I gesture between us, boldness rolling from my tongue. “We’re strangers, we’ll never see each other again.”

“Then kiss me like you’ll never see me again.” He jerks his chin, daring me. He’s way too cocky, and yet here I am, diving into temptation.

My eyes focus on his sinful mouth. He rests his forehead against mine.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.

Sincerity shines in his eyes, and heat pokes at my cheeks. “You, too.”

He grins. His hands lock around my waist, and he presses me to the wall. “Tell me your name,” he demands.

“We don’t need names to kiss.”

He gives me a reluctant nod and cups my face. “May I?”

“Now you ask? And here I thought you were a taker.”

“Only of what’s offered.”

One breath later, his lips slam down on mine, and I moan at the sensations exploding inside me. He links our fingers, and he places them above my head, our tongues fused together in a sensual dance.

He pulls back, and with his lips still touching mine, he whispers, “If you moan like this with just my tongue in your mouth...”

This man makes me feel like I knew nothing about kissing and desire until him. When we come up for air, his hand wraps around the nape of my neck.

“We have a problem…” He shuts his eyes as if to hide the frustration, but when he opens them, it’s still flickering.

“What would that be?”

“I like kissing you. Tell me your name.”

I shake my head. Getting caught up in this man has ruin written all over it. The tip of his nose caresses my neck, his lips peck every inch of sensitive skin. My toes curl, and I grip his hair with both hands.

“This feels so good.”

“I can make you feel even better.”

He offers compelling arguments, and my conviction wavers.

“What the fuck?” a deep voice interrupts us.

I blink as the newcomer takes us both in. My lips must look as swollen as they feel and my stranger’s hair is a sexy, disheveled mess.

“Get lost,” he says to the intruder and lifts his face from my neck.

“What are you doing?” the guy hisses, coming closer.

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