Make Me Yours(63)

Turning onto my stomach, I try to quell the heat smoldering inside me. Fire is in my belly, and it feels like it’s radiating through my pelvis, up my spine, and to my brain.

I can’t sleep like this.

I have to find her. I need to touch her face, kiss her one more time.

Just to tell her goodnight.

Ruby said she can’t sleep with me here in this house, with me as her boss. I have to respect her wishes.

In my mind, I assure myself I won’t push her to do more than she’s comfortable with as I climb the stairs to the third floor, quietly padding in my bare feet to her room.

A light shines from under her door, and I rest my forehead against the wood straining my ears to hear any noise. I’m breathing so fast, I only hear myself. My shoulders rise and fall rapidly. In my fevered haste to get here, I didn’t even think to grab a shirt. I’m only wearing pajama pants.

This doesn’t look good for my “no pressure” approach.

I brace my palm against the door, trying to convince myself I’m okay with simply knowing she’s there, knowing this thin parcel of wood separates me from the woman I suddenly can’t seem to live without.

I’m midway through my pep-talk when the door opens in front of me. A soft gasp draws my eyes upwards. Ruby stands there in her short green robe. Her hair is tied in a low ponytail, and it hangs in shining waves over her shoulder, down her breast. Her face is fresh, as it always is before bed. She’s so fucking beautiful.

“Remi?” Her voice is breathless, rushed. “I thought I heard a noise. I—”

“I didn’t mean to disturb you.” I imagine what I must look like standing here, feverish, driven, going out of my mind with need for her. “I was in bed, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I…”

I can’t finish that sentence.

I want to kiss her beautiful body. I want to put my hands all over her and sink my cock deep between her thighs. I want to relive the two nights I spent in heaven less than twenty-four hours ago. I can’t stop thinking how much I need her.

But I can’t violate her wishes.

“I should go.”

“Wait…” She steps forward, placing her hand on my bare chest, and it’s almost too much. I capture her in my arms, pulling her against me.

Her mouth finds mine, and our lips part, our tongues unite, chasing. Hands are everywhere, grabbing, pushing clothes aside. We’re ravenous, kissing, biting, sucking every bit of skin we can find. Through the fog of desire, I close the door, fumbling with her in my arms to the bed.

Her robe is gone, leaving only a thin scrap of cotton between her beautiful breasts and me. It’s torn like a tissue. She pushes at the waist of my pants, and I pause to shove them off impatiently before joining her in the bed.

We’re under the blankets, and I pull her naked body flush against mine. We both groan as we slide together. I kiss her shoulder, moving to her center. I run my teeth along her collar bone before dipping lower to capture a hardened nipple between my lips.

She moans, and I can’t get enough of the taste, the feel, the smell of her body.

Her fingers are in my hair, threading and drawing me closer to her. Her legs part, and I roll her onto her back, moving between them. My arms are under her shoulder blades, holding her firmly against my chest, and I lift my chin, finding her eyes.

They’re hooded, and she nods, leaning up to meet my lips as I rise higher, thrusting deep and burying myself to the hilt in her hot, slippery depths. Again we groan as our bodies unite. We’re wild, grasping and holding, rocking together so fast. Her hips rise to meet mine, and our mouths fuse.

I’ve lost track of time, place, everything except the sensation of her body around me, pulling, milking, the growing orgasm tightening in my pelvis. She arches up, moaning and scratching her fingernails down my skin, and I can’t hold back. I’m pulsing and filling her, holding her as my only anchor to this world.

My heart beats frantically, and I blink my eyes open slowly, regaining my bearings, realizing I probably left her behind that time.

“Are you okay?” I’m propped on my elbows, holding my weight from crushing her.

Her hands touch my cheeks, and she smiles. “I’m pretty sure that’s the first time I’ve been devoured.”

She’s absolutely gorgeous, and I start to laugh. She laughs, and I slip out of her. She makes a little pouty face, and I move to my side, gathering her to me.

“I’m pretty sure that’s the first time I’ve gone crazy wanting to devour someone.”

Her finger circles lightly on my chest. “I was going a little crazy myself. I couldn’t decide if it would make me a total slut if I showed up at your door. Then I couldn’t decide if I cared.”

“You can always show up at my door. I will never judge you.”

She laughs again, burying her face in my chest and inhaling deeply. “You smell so good.”

I take a deep breath at the top of her hair—fresh roses and jasmine. “I love the scent of you all around me.”

“We might have a problem, Mr. Key.”

“I can’t see a single problem anywhere.”

We lie together in the darkness, me tracing my fingers along the soft skin of her back, her tracing her finger along the line of my bicep. After a while our breathing slows, and I start to fall asleep. The last thing I remember is the press of her lips against my skin. It’s possible I’m dreaming, but it seems like she agrees with me.