Page 5 of Reckless in Ruins

I take Sable’s mouth roughly with mine, absorbing her surprised gasp. My brain catches up with my body and confirms: yes, I’m kissing this woman. Yes, it’s wrong. Yes, I should send her packing and finish this security sweep. But damn, her lips on mine is the most electrified moment in years. Maybe ever.

Sable’s lips are warm and soft as I sweep my mouth and tongue over them. Her tears wet my cheeks, and her gasping breath morphs into tiny moans against my mouth. Her small sounds of surprise turn me inside out with need. For weeks, I’ve been trying so hard to put her out of my mind. I’ve been denying the fact that one good, thorough kiss is what it will take to get this woman out of my system.

Sable’s curves feel dangerously good in my arms as she surrenders to the kiss. Her body relaxes. Her lips part. I let go of her face, determined to end this kiss here and now, but I find my arms instead reaching out for her, pulling her frame against my chest. Her arms circle my shoulders, and I’m falling into a soft haze of pure temptation. I let my tongue slip inside her mouth, meeting hers. Her tongue. Gods, Sable’s mouth is wickedly addicting. My mind reels with her heavenly scent while, at the same time, the taste of her mouth and the soft breasts pushed against me threaten to drag me to hell. She tastes like fine champagne, stirring darker thoughts of spreading her open and drinking up every drop of her.

I lick hungrily into her mouth, provoking a moan from her throat that makes my dick jump, straining against the heavy wool of my kilt.

Nothing about this is getting her out of my system. What an absolute fool I am.

Every lick, every touch, every breath, every brush of her lashes against my cheek only stokes the flames of need higher.

Her moans pull me closer and closer to the edge. I fully claim her mouth, gripping her close, squeezing her in places where I shouldn’t be squeezing. Imagining things I shouldn’t be imagining.

The queen’s motorcade is waiting at the palace for my signal. But I’m keeping them all waiting because I have to have this. I have to have her.

Sable.

I imagined earlier that I was about to be fired, and now I’m manifesting that for myself.

Our bodies are so close I don’t know if it’s my heart pounding or hers that I feel.

My hands roam down her back, seizing her fleshy hips, squeezing her there.

If I leave now, I might still retain my job. I can blame what is sure to be my swollen, red mouth on an allergic reaction to something.

It takes all the strength inside me to pull away from Sable’s kiss, and my body rages at the loss of contact.

“Uther? What’s wrong?” Sable blinks up at me, hurt written all over her face. It’s the pretend hurt of a spoiled child who’s never been told no in her life. She knows exactly what’s wrong. Everyone calls me Captain, yet she feels free to call me by my first name when she wants to. It’s utterly unprofessional.

“Dammit, Sable,” I seethe.

“I’ve done nothing wrong, so don’t start something you can’t finish.”

My rumble of low laughter gets a come hither look from her. She runs her palm over my stomach, daring to explore inside my uniform jacket.

“You know what you’ve done to me,” I rasp.

She smiles that familiar, haughty smile. “What have I done, exactly?”

I lean in, our mouths a whisper apart. “You want specifics?”

Sable nods, then laughs. “Please, no more visual aids involving old stones.”

Covering her hand with mine, I guide her down to the front of my kilt.

Her eyes go wide with wonder. Sable’s swollen lips part.

“This, Madame, is what you’ve done to me. And you’ll be taking it raw.”

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Sable

The shiver that runs down my spine is unreal.

“Gods, yes. Please.” I sound like a frightened kitten but my body screams for it.

Uther, the most mysterious and eligible bachelor among the palace’s staff, has an erection that could split rock in half. It’s big. It’s long. And it’s all because of me.

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