Page 14 of Ripper's Property
His lips come crashing forward and I’m swept up into my first kiss. My hormones raging with crazy excitement as his mouth takes the lead. My thoughts are a blur of desire and nervousness, worried I’m not going to be a good kisser. Worried it’s going to be awkward. When his tongue demands entrance, I part my lips. He slides right in on a groan, and it’s the little bit of encouragement I needed to draw him in deeper.
The kiss is better than I ever imagined. I pictured my charming prince kissing me soft and sweet. But Ripper’s kiss is villainous and wild, scorching my body into flames. I cling to his shoulders as my legs starts to grow weak, and he scoops me up, my feet dangling in the air. His mouth grows more persistent.His grumbles rumble louder. And my panties get wetter. “Fuck, baby. Need you so fuckin’ bad.”
“Ripper!” Raid calls out and Rip pulls away from my lips, placing me back on my feet right as Raid comes walking in. I feel dizzy, having to hold on to the door of the dressing room to keep myself from stumbling.
“Dang. You sure do look pretty, doll.”
“Thanks, Raid.” I force the breathless words past my lips. “I’m gonna change. I’ll get this one.” I close the door, getting a glimpse of Ripper’s face right as it shuts. There’s a dark and wild look in his eyes. Like a dragon glaring down its prey, lying in wait for the perfect moment to attack. His chest heaving like it’s about to blow fire.
I turn toward the mirror, seeing what I look like, wondering if Raid could tell what had just happened. My lips are swollen. Cheeks are flushed. And my body is trembling. Goose bumps flare up my arms. Tingles are electrifying my every nerve. And there’s an ache throbbing between my legs.
He kissed me. The man who never kisses any of the other girls, kissed me. And it wasn’t just a kiss. It was intense and overwhelming. And the way he looked at me… I’ve never seen him look at anyone like that. Not Cherry. Not any of the sweetbutts. That look was mine. That’s because Ripper is mine.
But before I give into these feelings, before I give him what he wants, there’s something I need to make very clear. I will not share him. The moment he looks at another woman with intent in his eyes, he’ll be dead to me.
10
Ripper
“Thank you all so much for today. It was truly the best day I’ve ever had.”
The guys all grunt their agreement. Everyone had a good time today. I think the highlight for all of us was seeing her so happy. Watching that pretty face beam so bright. Her cheeks turning rosy red whenever we’d pay her a compliment on her outfit. The giddiness in her voice as she picked out everything she wanted. For me… My favorite part was that kiss. That life-altering kiss that rocked my entire world and shifted my gravity point.
The way she melted into my arms and fed off me like she was starved for physical affection. Damn, it was incredible. Innocent and sweet, yet so fucking hot. Her body was practically shaking, and her tongue… I could’ve feasted on that all night. I’m not supposed to touch her. Broke my agreement and my own fuckinglaw of this club. But shit, I couldn’t stop it from happening and I don’t have a single regret.
Seeing her in that dress took my breath away. She swept my willpower right under a mat. The only thing running through my head was that I had to have her. And fuck me, now I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep my hands to myself. I’m gonna have to take out Montoya soon because my dick won’t be able to resist for much longer.
“Ripper.”
I look right at my girl, feeling that pounding in my chest when our eyes connect. She’s so goddamn gorgeous. Sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted too. God, I need to make her mine. Not sure what I was thinking wasting my time on the other girls. Rory was right. I should’ve waited for her. I shouldn’t have given them my attention.
“Can you help me take my bags to my room?”
“Sure, baby.”
I grab her loot from the floor and follow her curvy little ass down the hall. It’s like an apple swaying with every step, making me so fucking hungry. I’d burn the world down for her. Give her anything she asked.
“Can you put them in my closet?”
I nod, walking the bags to her closet, leaving them where she wants them before I turn.
She’s sitting on her bed, looking up with those big blue eyes. I’ll never get over how much she’s changed over the years. How much she’s matured into one sexy-as-hell woman. But those eyes… They’re still the same. They remind me of the little girl who stole my heart all those years ago. The one who was like a daughter to me. Now, those feelings are long gone. She turned into a legal adult, and it was like a switch flipped in my brain. Now, she’s the one I want in my bed.
“I don’t share, Rip.” Her voice is cut with adamance. I don’t know why she’d think I’d expect her to share. Everything I bought her today is for her. The sweetbutts share clothes, but that’s because none of us are buying them their own wardrobes. Only old ladies get spoiled.
“All that’s just for you, Rory.”
She shakes her head. “I won’t share you. If you want me, it’s only me. I’m not gonna be some old lady locked at home with the kids while her man is at the clubhouse fucking his whores.”
I shake my head. That would never fucking happen. She’s not just my princess, she’s my queen. If I’m here, she’s with me. And as far as my dick is concerned, he’s no longer interested in sex with anyone else. He wants to be tied down. His strings are only attached to one female from here on out.
I move in, stepping right in front of her, watching as her head tips back to look at me. I reach out and grip her chin, running my thumbs along her soft skin. Brushing across her lower lip. Her mouth tasted like vanilla and spice. It was fucking perfect. God, I want more.
“I’ve always been a man of my word, babe. And I’m vowing to you right here and now that I would never betray you like that. You’re it for me, Rory. The past is the past. I’ll have to live with the regret of my choices, but I’ll make sure you never do.” I’m going to make sure that she feels my love every damn day. I won’t leave her with a scrap of doubt as to who I belong to.
I feel her tongue sweep over my skin, drawing the tip of my thumb between her lips. Sucking on it as if she’s trying to pacify her need. My dick makes a tent in my pants, the cum smearing inside my briefs. I’d like to soothe the ache that she’s feeling between her legs, but I swore I wouldn’t touch her.
“I promised your dad I wouldn’t touch you until I handed him Montoya. If it weren’t for that, I’d have you on your back right now. Kiss every inch of your sexy body.”
