Page 38 of Ruinous Need
I wonder if she can tell it’s a lie. It sounds hollow to my ears.
“Fine then.” She pouts and shrugs her shoulders.
Lisette brushes past me to head to the couch, and my body reacts without thinking. Blame my lack of sleep after driving for three days.
I’ve grabbed her hand. Caught her delicate wrist in my grasp.
My chest rises and falls rapidly. At the exact same time as hers.
I drop her wrist and walk to the other side of the kitchen counter.She follows me to the other side and slips in front of me, standing between me and the kitchen counter.
“Lisette. I need you to stop.”
“Stop what?” It would be so easy just to lift her up and yank her booty shorts down and enter her. One quick movement.
I pray that she hasn’t noticed the obvious bulge tenting my pants.
“Acting like you don’t know what you’re fucking doing to me.”
I fold my hands over my chest, because if I don’t, I’ll reach for her. And that cannot happen.
She looks up at me from under a strand of her hair. Her green eyes are stormy and swirling.
“No.” Her voice is soft but resolute. “Don’t ask me to stop, Viktor.”
She’s close, but she leans closer, placing a hand on my chest. The smell of her clouds my head.
I exhale through my nose, counting silently. Three seconds. Ten. Twenty.
Lost in her eyes. That swirling, clear green ocean is the only place I want to vacation.
I should be able to step away. I shouldn’t be standing so close to her. The tension shouldn’t be stretching and straining and lengthening to the point where it must snap.
I don’t notice her moving until it’s too late. Or maybe I try to ignore it, so I don’t reach to stop her the way I should.
At first, I’m not cooperating. Willing myself to stay as still as a statue and not lean down to meet her. But the second her lips are on mine, gentle and insistent, that’s unsustainable.
An animal sound bursts from my throat as Lisette stands on her tip-toes and tilts her head up to brush her lips against mine.
I grasp her hair and pull her to my mouth. I kiss her as though the action of our lips meeting can erase everything that’s wrong with this picture, every stupid risk that we’re taking.
I’ve never tasted anything so addictive. I need to consume her. Lisette’s mouth parts under my tongue, her sweet gasps sound into my mouth, and her pulse thrums under my thumb as I pin her to the wall with a hand on her throat.
My tongue consumes her mouth. I am gripped by the need to memorize every part of her, every curve and divot, every fucking tastebud.
When I take her bottom lip between my teeth, she moans from deep in her throat and it vibrates against my hand.
I’m crushing her against the wall and she’s loving every second.
I think I could kiss her like this all day.
The way my cock leaps when she drops her hand down to my pants reminds me what a dangerous game we’re playing.
I know that if I enter Lisette, I’m never going to stop. Not until she’s mine, wholly and completely and irreversibly.
“Not that.” I push her away, firmly, as she reaches for the waistband of my pants. My cock aches at the denial of her touch.
What the fuck am I thinking?
