Page 65 of Ricochet

He drops his thumb to my chin and presses his lips to mine. The lightest touch. It’s the sweetest, warmest, most agonizing feeling. The contact is electric. The pressure of his lips against mine has a desperate moan getting caught in my throat.

Any tension that had been left in my body vanishes. I don’t even register the numbness in my hands anymore, nor do I care that they’re bound. That I can’t reach out and grab onto him, touch him. Every bit of my being, my soul, exists only where his lips connect with mine.

The world has stopped spinning, and time will remember only this kiss.

It’s not at all how I imagined kissing Stone would be. It’s soft and delicate, his lips like silk.

Stone has given me more than anyone else ever has.

And now I want more.

Kissing Callum was worth thewait.

I’ve been dying to taste his lips, and being granted the first taste was definitely worth the fucking wait.

My tongue darts out and takes that first taste for myself, just a slow, soft sweep along his lips that has him moaning beneath me. Blood rushes to my cock, but I do my best to keep it under control. I’ve already fucked up enough tonight.

I made promises that I’ve broken. I told Callum that I don’t take anything from him he doesn’t willingly give.

Tonight, I took his blood and pain.

Panic and desperation aren’t good enough excuses, but they’re all I have. I was terrified of going to prison. Not because of the prison part but because of the thought of disappointing my mom and sister.

Even though I was willing to do that for Callum, hurting him had me falling to pieces. I was collapsing from the inside out, caving in. I was fucking coming apart at the seams.

To be honest, I’m still at risk of that.

I fuckingcried.

I’m pretty sure I haven’t done that in six years. Since the night I sat in my sister’s room while she told me what happened to her and I helped clean the blood off her face. She refused to talk to my mom or call the cops or go to the hospital. I think it was because she wanted justice, and she trusted me most of all to be able to hand that to her. And I fucking did.

My lips continue moving against Callum’s, not demanding more, content with the slow touch, the occasional taste of his lips with the tip of my tongue. I bring my fingers up to tangle in his hair again. When my hand brushes against his temple, he winces against my mouth.

“I’m so sorry, Callum,” I tell him with my lips still pressed to his. My chest convulses on my next breath.

Here I fucking go again.

“Fuck. I’m so fucking sorry. Never again, baby. Never fucking again.”

He leans his head back enough to break the connection between our mouths. The look in his eyes isn’t that icy one I had come to know. Instead, there’s fire there. A fierce heat. Desire.

“If you don’t fucking grip my hair tighter and give me more of your mouth, then let me the fuck go so I can leave.”

At least that stops me from going to rack and ruin again.

I give him a smirk, just a small one. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Not unless he wants to.

But I’ll make sure he doesn’t.

I give him exactly what he wants, tightening my grasp in his hair so it’s more pressure than pain. I tilt his head back, and then…

I fucking devour him.

This kiss is the opposite of soft and sweet. It’s hard and hungry. My teeth bite into his bottom lip just enough to have him gasping, giving me the opportunity I need to drive my tongue into his mouth. This taste is even more potent, a shot right to my bloodstream until I’m dizzy with it.

He’sdefinitelynot going anywhere.

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