Page 104 of Ruin

Not while he’s giving me the incredible pleasure that he is at this moment in time.

His fingers slip out of me, replaced by his tongue. It plunges in me as he fucks me with it.

His thumb presses down on my clit, and like a hot button, I come apart. Every muscle in my body contracting, my clit pulsing, I ride the waves of my orgasm with quiet, muffled curses before I sag, boneless, into the bed.

I feel Zeus move.

I lift my head.

He’s standing at the foot of the bed. His erection is straining through his jeans.

The sight of it makes my mouth water.

I sit up on the bed. I slip my bra off my arms and throw it to the floor.

I still have my skirt on. So, I stand up on the bed and shimmy it down my hips. Unzip it and then push it down my legs, ridding myself of my last item of clothing.

Zeus’s eyes watch me the whole time.

In all my confidence in the knowledge of how much he wants me, I forgot that this is the first time that Zeus has seen me naked since I had Gigi. We didn’t exactly get to the naked part the last time we had sex. We were in too much of a rush to undress.

Not this time though.

And don’t get me wrong; I am in good shape, thanks to the dancing. But my stomach is a bit more rounded than it used to be. No six-pack for this mama. And I have some stretch marks. Cellulite on my ass and thighs. And my boobs aren’t as perky as they used to be pre-breastfeeding.

“God, Cam,” he says roughly. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful now than before. You’re impossibly beautiful. I don’t deserve you. I never did. But fuck if I don’t want you. I’m selfish enough to take whatever you’ll give me.”

And my momentary lack of confidence is erased by his words and the way he’s looking at me.

Like I’m everything.

It thrills and terrifies me.

And that’s the problem with us.

I love him. But he hurt me badly. I am terrified to let go in case he does it again.

I whisper past the emotion clogging my throat, “This…me. Right now…this is what I can give you.”

His eyes hold mine, not a flicker of feeling or response in them.

A beat later, he reaches back and pulls his T-shirt off over his head, dropping it to the floor.

I immediately see it. “You got another tattoo?” I step off the bed, moving closer.

Zeus had one tattoo that I knew of. He’s had it for as long as I’ve known him. It’s on his back, covering a large portion of it. It’s for his mom. Some of the lyrics from “Amazing Grace” are interwoven around each other with angel wings at either side. It’s a gorgeous tattoo.

But this tattoo is new, and it’s on his chest. His left pec, to be exact. It’s a bird in flight. It’s…

My heart putters to a stop, my eyes flashing up to his.

“Is that a…” I can’t bring myself to say it.

“A dove. Yes.” His eyes carefully watch me.

A multitude of emotions grips me like a hand around my heart. “When did you get it done?” I suddenly feel like I’m talking through cotton wool.

“After the Hagan fight.”