My fight or flight ramps up to a million and I take another step back.
His entire chest expands.
And heerupts.
19
THE CHASE (BECAUSE OF COURSE)
RUBY
Iscream.
Turn on my heel.
And run.
Because I may be losing my mind one day at a time, but evenIknow you run when a six-foot-three tattooed feral rockstar stalks you with his mother cheerleading in the background.
Behind me she screams, “Go, sweetheart! Get her, Zane!”
“No, Mama Draven—STOP ENCOURAGING—AH!”
He catches me after approximately three strides.
One massive arm hooks around my waist, lifting me off the ground as easily as a hawk scooping up a rabbit.
The world spins and then settles as he pins me against the hallway wall, his mouth crashing onto mine in a kiss that nearly empties my lungs.
His hands skim down my sides as his breath heats the shell of my ear, as his voice drops, rough and low. “You running from me, baby girl?” he rasps.
I shove at his chest weakly. “N-no…? I was just…practicing cardio.”
He presses his hips against mine and I feel his hard dick poking my ass. “Yeah. I felt the great workout. I think I’ll join you. We can spot each other.”
I choke, because there’s only one thing he means. “Zane?—”
“Ruby,” he warns, kissing down the side of my throat and leaving a trail of heat that spreads through every nerve I own.
My hands fist in his hair.
This man is going to be the death of me.
He lifts me—again—carrying me toward the master bedroom everyone in the mansion knows is the place where Zane blows out my brain cells nightly.
I try to speak but he isn’t having it. He tosses me back on the mattress, bracing over me with a certainty that steals thought.
One deep kiss becomes more.
Touch becomes heat. Heat becomes desperation.
My underwear turns to shredded spaghetti with a loud snarl and he yanks what’s left of it roughly down my legs. And then I’m arching beneath him, holding onto him, letting him take me apart in the way only he can.
He moves slow, then harder, then slow again, deep and relentless and claiming.
He keeps my thighs locked around him with his hands. Mouth on my shoulder. Breathing hard against my skin.
I lose track of where I end and he begins. All I know is his cock impaling me with the same animal noises he made downstairs.
