“It sounds like he’s getting busy. I think that’s the headboard.”
“No…” Ruin shook his head. “That’s just porn. I’m one-thousand percent sure that’s just porn he’s watching. I’m going to tell him to turn it down. No way we can watch a movie with that going on next door.”
“You can’t ask him to turn down the sexy-sex! Are you kidding? I just moved in, I’ll be the neighbor everyone hates for complaining about every little thing!”
“Ava—”
“Let’s just turn up the volume. He’ll get the idea.” I turned up the volume on the opening credits of a romantic comedy in my queue.
Unlucky for me, the opening scene involves the hero hooking up with his ex in a taxicab. Crimson climbs up my cheeks as I become hyper aware of the sexual tension thrumming between myself and Ruin like a frantic heartbeat.
“It’s like the universe is trying to get us to hookup,” I blurt the words before I think about them, then cover my lips with both hands.
Ruin smirk turns to a devilish glint.
“Don’t I know it,” he murmurs against the crook of my neck.
I shudder when his free hand trails down my inner elbow to my wrist, fingertips whisping against my skin and causing rampant lightning bolts to catapult through me.
His lips graze my jawline then, and his other palm pauses at the curve of my neck. “Can I kiss you?”
A soft mewl comes from my throat before he touches my lips ever so softly. After a few moments of gentle movements, he pulls away and asks, “was that okay?”
“It was perfect.” I hum.
“Good.” His forehead rests against mine. “I don’t want to push you. I just love hanging out with you.”
“Me too.” I gather my wits and then add: “and I like doing the other stuff too.”
“The other stuff?” He replies.
I nod. “Kissing.And more.”
“And more?”
“So much more.” I stifle a small groan as he traces a finger along the curve of my waist.
“Can I touch you here?”
I nod quickly when his thumb grazes the underside of my breast through my t-shirt.“Yesss.”
He doesn’t reply, only dips his head to blow his warm breath over my needy little nipples through the cotton shirt. They harden painfully, the outlines obvious through the soft fabric.
I squirm with the need to feel him everywhere. Desire pools and makes me want to moan with want. Instead, I run my hands over his carved shoulder blades and dig my nails in softly. I need him to know I want this. I’m not sure exactlyhowto show a man that I desire him physically, everything is still so new, but I want him to know that I don’t want him to stop.
“I want you,” I finally muster the courage and utter.
A low growl burns through the space between us and then I feel his thumb making contact with the outside of my pants, directly over the hot little bud I’d been frantically working late last night to thoughts of him. Of us. If he knew I’d orgasmed to thoughts of us doing this right here, would he think differently of me? A blissful sigh tumbles out of my mouth when he presses against me a little harder.
“That’s it, my sweet bird. Let me hear those sexy little songs now.”
I clamp down on my lips, instantly self-conscious, but the desire pooling in my belly is too strong to ignore for long.
“No, no. Don’t get quiet on me now. I want to hear you. Sing, sweetness.” He applies more pressure to the bud of my clit, and then, with one swift grunt, he’s slipping my cotton panties aside and making contact with my skin.
Ruin’s warm, rough fingers meeting my hot, aching, wet flesh.
“Oh God…”
