Page 9 of Ruthless Love

I nod, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. "Okay."

His eyes heat when he moves across the floor, erasing the distance between us. They travel along my body as if they're mapping what I look like now. We've both changed physically since we separated. I've lost weight because money has been tight, and Cain's bulked up a lot. "Tell me a word. One that you'll say if I do something you don't like."

"A safe word?" I ask, brows furrowed. We've never had one of those before, never even discussed it. Immediately, my body warms.

"Yeah." He licks his lips. "A safe word. I'm always going to be a man of the law, and I'm gonna need that word. If I let my darkest thoughts out of the bag, I'll need a way to reel them back in, if you don't agree."

His words are surprising. What has he been hiding under that good guy image and badge? Has he been who I wanted all along, but he didn't feel comfortable enough to show this side of himself? Rolling my lips together, I think about what I'll use.

"I'm waiting, Ris. Give. Me. The. Word."

A smirk works its way across my face. "Pages. That's my word." I don't add that the reason I have so much confidence in myself now is because of what I read in the pages of the books I love.

He scoffs, tilting his head back, before bringing it forward to look into my eyes. He inhales, his nose flaring. "I'll give you one more chance to back out of this."

"I don't want to back out of it." I shake my head.

His finger rubs at his lips. "Do you want me to take care of you one more time? For the two barely twenties kids who had no idea what they were doing, but desperately loved each other?"

Taking care of me sounds like something I want him to do. I nod, pulling my lips in between my teeth. "Yeah, take care of me, Cain."

I watch as his eyelids drop into hoods. Those eyes of his roam all the way down to my toes, and then back up to my face. He widens his stance so that we're looking at one another directly. In a way we haven't for months. My chest pumps up and down as I wait for him to make a move. Nipples tighten against the material of the shirt I'm wearing, and my pussy clenches. I've never been as turned on as I am right now, and he hasn't even touched me.

Leaning forward, he digs a hand into my hair, pulling my head back so that I'm looking up at him. "Remember that safe word, because I'm going to push your boundaries tonight, Ris. The way I've wanted to for a long time."

The heat in his eyes is this side of dangerous, and I want this more than I've ever wanted anything. "Please..."

Dropping his lips onto mine, hetakesthis kiss. Heownsmy mouth as he slants his over mine. Pulling my lips apart, he slides his tongue against the roof of mouth. I reach out, gripping his uniform shirt in between my fingers. Holding on for dear life, because I feel like I'm about to swoon. The kiss is aggressive, with some anger attached to it. Which is understandable. He didn't want the separation or the divorce. It was all me.

Moving his hand down my neck, and then to my back, it takes a leisurely slide to the globes of my ass. Those fingers of his grip the material of my shorts before lifting me up into his arms. I gasp, hooking my arms around his neck.

Cain pulls back. "How sturdy is this counter?" He tilts his head to the side.

"Pretty decent. I put a bunch of boxes on it when I moved in."

He grunts, head nodding, before he walks me over to the other end, away from his duty belt. Before I can react, my ass meets the cold formica.

"Spread those legs for me. I've missed this pussy," he whispers.

I do as he asks, impatiently waiting for him to do something, anything, to me. Those eyes of his lock between my thighs, and he licks his lips before dropping to his knees. He's so tall that even on his knees he's eye-level with the counter, which means he's right in front of my core. Glancing down at him, I notice that he licks his lips, then dives in, heard first. Pushing my sleep shorts and panties aside, he flattens his tongue against me, and then pulls back.

"You're bare?"

"Surprise." I tilt my shoulder up, a shy smile spreading across my face.

With a growl, he goes right back, pressing into me. All I can do is grab hold of the edges of the counter and hang on for dear life.

EIGHT

CAIN

I've yearnedfor this since we separated. The last few weeks that need has almost consumed every waking hour. That I'm here right now, between her thighs, is blowing my mind. My cock is pressing against the zipper of my tactical pants, and I know I'm going to need some room soon.

Back when Ris and I were married, I asked her to wax, because I thought it would make things more interesting. She'd refused, and it had made me feel stupid for asking. The fact that she's done it now that we're not together confuses me.

"Cain, don't stop." She digs her fingers through my hair, yanking on the ends.

It's longer than it used to be, since I had no reason to keep it the way she liked it. It feels good to have her nails scratching against my scalp. Pulling back, my mouth pops as I let her go. Glancing up, I look for her eyes, but she's got her head tilted back, enjoying what I'm doing to her. I tap her knee. "Ris, give me those eyes."

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