“Ruby,” I whisper, “I’m going to kiss you again.”
She whimpers.
“Yes. Please.”
My pulse kicks hard.
That’s all I need.
RUBY
He kisses me.
Not like this morning.
This is deeper. Hotter. More certain. Morehungry.
His hand slides to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him, and I make a sound I didn’t mean to make.
He swallows it in the kiss.
I grip his shirt. He tilts my head. His mouth moves against mine like he’s claiming something he’s been waiting for.
I melt. Completely. Absolutely.
He walks me backward, slowly, until my hips hit his desk.
My breath stutters.
His fingers slide into my hair. His other hand rests on my waist. His kiss deepens into something that makes my entire body throb.
He pulls back just enough to speak, but not enough to let me go.
“This is the last warning,” he murmurs against my mouth. “If you stay, we’re not stopping at kissing.”
My pulse slams. Heat races low in my belly. My knees threaten to buckle again.
I whisper:
“I don’t want to stop.”
His breath catches. His grip tightens.
“Then stay,” he whispers, voice rough. “Stay with me.”
I nod.
Slowly. Shaking. Wanting.
“I’m staying.”
His eyes darken.
“Good.”
He lifts me onto the desk with one smooth movement, his hands strong his body between my knees his mouth claiming mine again,
And I know:
