Page 47 of Ruined By the Enemy
She nods again. “Yeah. You’re…” She bites her lip and looks for the right word. “Hard. Rigid. Nothing moves you. Almost nothing,” she corrects. “And if it does, you don’t let it show.”
Is that how she sees me?With the burning ache that forces me to scrutinize every move I’ve made since she walked into my life?
If she could see that my life has turned on its head—and I’ve been forced out of my usual routine since she walked into my office—Sophie would say otherwise.
“Oh well,” she sighs. “I should toughen up. I’m sure you don’t need a lawyer who falls apart easily in your life.”
She turns, but I reach out, without thinking, cupping her chin with some force. Not rough enough to sting her bruise, but enough that she doesn’t look away again.
Her lips part to let out the breath that hitches.
“You underestimate yourself, Sophie Greco.” My voice is low. “I would’ve thought you’d know better, given the impression you were willing to make when you walked into my office that day.”
“I had to get the job,” she whispers.
“And you almost died tonight,” I say.
Her eyes flick to mine, and a small smile curves her mouth. “I almost did, didn’t I?”
I’m unsure what changes between us—whether I’d reached my limit of holding back or seeing the spark return to her eyes—but I lean in, and my lips brush against hers.
There’s no hesitation between us, not like the other night.
It’s instant.
Sophie’s fingers fist in the fabric of my shirt, clinging to me like she’s done pretending she doesn’t want this. Doesn’t want me. My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her flush against me as the tension between us finally, violently, gives way.
I exhale into the kiss like I’ve been holding that breath for weeks, and she whimpers into it—soft and desperate and completely unraveling.
Her mouth parts beneath mine, and I deepen the kiss without thinking, my hand sliding up her spine, cradling the back of her neck. She tastes like need, like adrenaline and warmth and everything I should crave this much, while knowing it’ll wreck me.
She gasps when my other hand digs into her hip, and I feel it—the way her body arches instinctively and her hips thrust forward, askingformore.
She’s fire under my hands and softness in my arms, trembling and reckless as our mouths collide again, hotter this time, hungrier.
The kiss turns messy. Urgent. With my tongue thrusting into her mouth and my hands reaching for the back of her dress.
It falls from her shoulders, and I dip my head to her chest with a deep growl while she clings to me tightly.
My mind frays with every breathless moan that escapes her lips. Every shift of her hips that presses her even closer,spreading the ache through my body until I’m at the mercy ofwantingher.
I break the kiss, only long enough to press my forehead against hers, breath coming hard. “Tell me to stop.”
She shakes her head instantly. “Don’t.”
I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to. And with Sophie, the line between wanting and being consumed blurs every time.
The mattress dips beneath us as I lower her onto the bed, her body pliant and waiting, eyes dark with heat. She opens her arms without hesitation, like she’s been aching for this—forme—and I come over her slowly, carefully, savoring every second.
My hands brace the weight of me above her as I press a kiss to her collarbone, then lower, trailing along her skin with open-mouthed kisses that leave her breathless.
She arches beneath me, a soft gasp catching in her throat as her back lifts off the sheets. Her skin is warm and trembling, and I take my time, mapping the curve of her waist, the hollow of her stomach, every fragile inch still tender from the crash.
Her hips tilt as I slip my fingers under the last shred of clothing she has on, pulling it down her thighs gently—the whisper of lace on her soft skin mingling with her breathy whimpers.
Her knees curve and her feet settle on the sheets, thighs parting as I press a kiss on the inside of them. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, grabbing my hair as I trail higher, letting my breath warm over her core.
And then my tongue.
