Page 25 of Three Sweet Nothings (The Blindfold Club)

Chapter

NINE

RUBY

Kyle’s mouth, fused with mine, was fire. All of my rage and pain melded together with our heat into an inferno that left me breathless. At least we were standing in water, so when we combusted, nothing else would go up in flames.

I skimmed my fingertips along his broad chest, which was covered in the soaked white dress shirt. It had become transparent to both my delight and horror. He looked even better than I remembered. All tight and toned, and daring me to touch.

But I hated him.

He’d put me through the wringer tonight. The high of realizing he hadn’t left, only for him to send me crashing down to the low that he’d left me another way . . . In the fucking dark.

The kiss he gave me now wasn’t like the one right after midnight. That one had been impressive, but this was so powerful and raw, I cried out against his mouth. I didn’t want him to stop like last time. I needed him and this brutal kiss, even though I despised the desire in me.

I hooked an arm around his shoulders and shoved a hand under the water, gathering up as much of my skirt as I could while not breaking our connection. When I was free and the dress was out of my way, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He groaned in approval and stalked back into the deeper water so I was mostly weightless in his arms. The frantic sounds of our lips moving against each other echoed off the surface of the water, and could just be heard over the music.

I wanted to rip his heart out like he’d done to mine, and I was okay with tearing off his clothes to do it. Floating in his arms while we burned together left me dizzy. It was as if he was consuming my heat, feeding off it, and returned it back to me a million times hotter.

Kyle kept his hand locked in my hair, but the other drifted down the length of my spine and curled under the wadded skirt around my hips. His tongue plunged into my mouth when he squeezed my ass and pushed himself against me.

“Oh, good God,” I whispered, my voice weak and needy. As soon as it was out, I sucked in a breath. I hated how I was responding to him, and that I was letting him have such power over me.

If it were any other man, it’d be fine. I loved a guy who would take charge during foreplay and sex. But I knew if it was someone else, the likelihood of him having a fraction of the impact like Kyle did was next to nothing. No one compared. He’d left me hurt and broken, and unable to find any kind of replacement.

So I hated him.

I hated the way I loved his mouth against my throat, sucking and biting until I was a quivering mess. Breath came and went in shallow bursts as his fingertips grazed down my neck, abandoning his grip in my hair, so he could slip beneath the shoulder strap of my dress.

Goosebumps lifted on my skin, fighting to get closer to him.

He inched the damp fabric to the side, sliding it off the curve of my shoulder as he lifted me higher. So gravity made the strap, heavy with water, tumble down my arm. It peeled away from my skin, exposing my bare breast that was just above the waterline.

Kyle went . . . nuclear.

I gasped as his hand closed over me, and he pinched my nipple between the side of his hand and his thumb. His pinch was hard and sharp, sending a bolt of pleasure all along my body to the tips of my toes. There wasn’t time to think. His mouth covered mine and stole my breath.

He moved us so fast through the water, it made a wake and it sloshed around the pool. When we reached the side, his hips pinned me against the wall with one thrust, and I reached back with a hand to clutch the ledge. I couldn’t watch what he was doing to me as his hurried, forceful lips moved down my neck, working a steady line to what was exposed. I didn’t need any more reminders of how good he was with his hands or mouth.

His tongue found its intended target, and he swiped it over my erect nipple, making my gaze turned upward. Big mistake. The ceiling was dark mirrored glass, and I could see us perfectly from above. Our clothes were stuck to our bodies, my arm was braced on the ledge, causing me to arch my back into him, and his mouth roved over my bare breast.

If pulling down one strap of my dress was Kyle’s undoing, seeing the undeniably sexy image of us was mine. I couldn’t get the other strap down fast enough, and as soon as he realized, he was helping me any way he could.

When had I ever been so out of breath? I was panting and trying not to moan as he had both hands on my now topless body, the dress floating around my waist. The water wasn’t warm, but it wasn’t cold either, and I was grateful not to overheat. I clung to him, fisting my hands in his hair so I could hold his mouth against me. The burn of his whiskers rubbing on my sensitized skin was almost too much.

“Oh,” I gasped.

Kyle bit down, giving me a sharp edge of teeth, and my body responded instinctively, grinding against him. A noise of satisfaction came from his chest, and he bit down a second time. This one was much harder, and earned a bigger reaction from me.

I curled my hands around his tie and yanked him up, intending to kiss him, but his expression was distracting. His eyes were hooded, and every inch of his face was drenched in lust, like he was high.

As our lips smashed together, I clawed at the knot of his tie, but then his hands were there, undoing it. So my fingers raced down the buttons of his shirt and flung it open. I wanted to put my damp hands on his heated, bare skin. I needed it pressed against mine right this second, more than I’d ever needed anything else.

He didn’t take off the shirt. He tossed his wadded-up tie onto the pool deck with force, and it made a sopping noise as it collided with the ground. That was as far as Kyle made it before closing in on me.

“Shit,” I breathed as we made contact. I shuddered with relief as his smooth skin flattened me against the hard, cold tile at my back. He didn’t hesitate, like he hadn’t even heard me. His face was between my breasts, teasing me with kisses and licks, and sucking until the ache for him between my legs was painful.

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