Debauched (Undone Book 3) (19 page)

I frown. How was that possible?

His lips curve. “Someday I’ll explain it to you.”

My frown only deepens and he laughs, flashing me a smile that makes my heart skip a beat. “Some girls can be nervous and aroused. It’s not always mutually exclusive.”

“It’s never happened before.”

His fingers slide between my legs and brush featherlight over my soft center. “What can I say? I’m a genius.”

Now it’s my turn to laugh.

His expression twists into exaggerated menace. “Are you saying I’m not?”

My mood lightens and I can’t help but grin. “I don’t know, we’ve only been to second base.”

“What do you call this?” He traces circles over my folds, not really touching me with purpose, more playing. Teasing.

My body gives a pulse of desire. “Two and a half.”

He cocks a brow. “Are you trying to force my hand?”

“Who me?” I flutter my lashes. “Never.”

“Not you.” He leans down and flicks his tongue over my lower lip. “I’m going to play with your pussy while we watch TV. All I’m going to do is play; I have no expectation you’ll come. In fact, I am one hundred percent sure you won’t so it’s not even on my radar. I just want to touch you. Don’t pay any attention to me, okay?”

“Are you insane?”

“Probably.” He juts his head toward the flat screen. “Watch.”

“But—”

“No talking. We’re watching TV and cuddling. Completely innocent.”

I bite my lip at the millions of questions in my head that all circle back to one. I clear my throat. “And if I don’t? Watch TV that is?”

Something flashes in his expression and his eyes narrow on me with suspicion. “Then I’ll stop. Anytime I feel you’re trying, I’ll stop.”

I blink, tilting my head to think about his statement. “Trying?”

He nods. “Trying to come. Trying to force it. Getting into your head. Talking to distract me.”

I laugh. “That’s a long list.”

“You have two jobs here. Watch TV and relax.” His fingers play lightly over my skin. “That’s the extent of your responsibility.”

“I can do that.” I don’t know how he does it but he always manages to ease me.

“That’s because you’re a good girl.” He gives me a hot, searing kiss that leaves me breathless. “Now watch.”

I turn my head toward the TV and he begins.

I wait for him to go in for the kill, because that’s what most guys do, but this is Chad.

So, of course, he doesn’t do that at all. Instead, his fingers slide down my leg to the edge of where my tights meet my thigh. He traces a path over the seam, between my legs, touching fabric and skin, light and gentle.

My gaze may be on the flickering television but I couldn’t tell you what we’re watching, or even what’s on the screen, because all my attention is focused on the stroke of his hand over my flesh and the anticipation buzzing inside me.

My heart flutters, my belly dips.

He continues his slow dance over my skin.

I shift.

“Comfortable?” His tone is mild and unconcerned.

I shrug.

“Hmmm… Maybe we should readjust?”

My head swivels to look at him and he grins. I’d never considered boyish sexy before but there’s something about Chad that works. He’s a study in contrasts. He’s the angel and devil all rolled together. Everything a proper young man should be, until it comes to sex. I never knew a man could be so good, while his mouth and hands were so very wicked.

And I love the way he talks. I’ve never had a man talk to me the way he does. He makes everything sound hot, and delicious, like something I want, not something I need to cringe away from. Most men with his good looks and considerable sexual skills are usually jerks, but he’s not like that at all. I didn’t know men could be so considerate, could listen so intently. Could take so much time. He’s the most fascinating man I’ve ever met and I want him so badly. Somehow, I need to find a way to give him everything.

“Straddle me for a minute.”

His words startle me out of my whirlwind thoughts. I don’t think about not complying. I move, sliding my body on top of him, my thighs cradling his lean hips. I look down. His open palms are high on my thighs, and in that second everything about us looks exactly right. Exactly the way it’s supposed to be. The need, the urge, swells inside me like a wave, threatening to crash over me and pull me under its powerful current.

He squeezes. “Stay with me, Ruby.”

I blink to find blue eyes peering into me, pinning me to the spot. For the first time in my life I don’t want to play it close to the vest, don’t want to pretend. I’m not wishing I could disappear or have some out-of-body experience. I want to be right here. With him. I trust him like I’ve never trusted another soul.

Looking into his penetrating gaze, the most miraculous thing happens, my heart opens, and something that had been a tight ball inside me breaks apart and shatters into a million pieces.

I touch his jaw and whisper in a shaky voice, “I want to give you everything.”

Most men would have a panic attack at that statement, but Chad nods and says simply, “Don’t worry, you will.”

“I’m not afraid.” I don’t quite know what I’m trying to communicate, or how to articulate what’s roiling around inside me. It’s the best I can come up with.

“Good.” His hands roam over my hips to rest at my waist. “Lift your arms over your head.”

I do and he whisks my top off, dropping it to the floor. I expect my bra to follow, but instead he cups me and rubs his thumbs over my satin-covered nipples.

My breath immediately catches in my throat.

His gaze flickers. “I love that sound you make. That needy little gasp.” His thumbs continue their leisurely circles. “It drives me crazy.”

“It does?” The surprise is clear in my voice.

“Everything about you drives me crazy.”

I bite my lip. I’ve been so anxious and worried and scared I can’t imagine driving him crazy. “Really?”

“Really.” He slides his fingers inside my bra and pulls the cups down, exposing my breasts, plumping them up and thrusting them out. He lightly pinches them before tugging, and a bolt of desire shoots through me.

It’s going to be tonight. Suddenly I know all my worry has been for nothing. Ridiculous actually. The idea that Chad Fellows won’t be able to make me have an orgasm is preposterous.

I want it. Want to sink into it. Into him.

He meets my gaze. “Has anyone ever told you that you’ve got the most fantastic breasts on the planet.”

And it happens. What I’ve been searching for, what I’ve been missing, clicks into place. I’m not afraid. I don’t know why or how it’s happened, but I’m not.

I am free. Empowered. Confident.

Light in a way I’ve never been, I smile.

His gaze narrows, before peering at me closely, and I see the exact moment he recognizes the change in me. The air shifts, crackles and becomes alive with an electricity that’s never been there before.

“Is that a yes?” His voice lowers, becomes more dangerous.

Instead of worrying me, I find it thrilling. I lick my lips. “Maybe once or twice.”

He tugs at my nipple again, pulling and rolling them between his fingers. I put my hands on his knees. My back arches, my breasts thrust out in offering. Because it is an offer.

Gazes still locked together, all my shyness drains away, taken off for parts unknown and I love it. Love everything about the way I feel without it.

His lips twist and instead of his normal, reassuring smile, it’s pure evil. It draws out his features, highlights his cheekbones so they slash across his face with sharpness and intent. It transforms him, and sitting there in black, he looks beautiful, slightly cruel, calling to some hidden, secret part of me.

But I don’t cower before it. It makes me feel…powerful.

He pinches this time, harder—not painful, but with force—and I gasp as sensation travels from my breasts all the way deep in my core, making me clench and ache. Everything he’s done before this moment has been a tease.

Things just got serious.

And I’m ready.

“Someone likes that.” His voice is low and deep. He repeats his actions. Once. Twice. Again.

My head falls back as my fingers dig into his knees. I rock my body, sliding against his hard cock.

I need him to fuck me. I don’t care about orgasms. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is he fills me up.

Makes me his.

One hand grips my hip. I bear down as he surges up. His fingers dig into the curve of my ass and I can feel the muscles flex and tighten under his touch. Then his other hand clasps me and he yanks me forward, grinding me against his erection.

Everything is on fire.

Everything that’s been simmering below the surface comes to a rapid boil.

My thighs tighten around him.

And the friction. God, the friction. I never want it to end.

His hands tight on me, he says, “Give me that mouth.”

Dazed, I lift my head, and then he’s kissing me, delivering on the promises he’d made the first night he touched me.

He’s hard and ruthless. Claiming. Commanding. Possessive.

And best of all he’s not holding back. There is no deference.

His head slants, deepening the contact between us.

Our tongues tangle.

Our breaths turn hot and panting.

He growls low in his throat. The sound primal and guttural and it sends shivers racing down my spine and exploding over my skin.

He shifts. Tumbles us to the couch, trapping me under him.

The kiss turns hotter, wetter. More insistent and demanding.

He pulls away and looks down at me, shaking his head. “Fuck, that is a goddamn gorgeous sight.”

I’m mindless. I lift my hips. “Please.”

He kisses me again before whispering in my ear, “The way you say please makes my cock hard.”

I bow, working my fingers under his shirt, stroking over his back. “Please keep talking.”

He circles his hips, rocking against where I need him most, his breath hot in my ear. “Am I going to find your cunt wet?”

I clamp my legs around his waist. “Yes.”

“That’s right.” My skirt is bunched at my hips and he slides his hands up my leg, squeezing the soft flesh there. “Because you’re a good girl.”

The words inflame me. “I need…something.”

His fingers slide across my stomach. “I know what you need.”

“What? Please tell me.” I arch, silently begging him to go on.

He slips inside my panties. “You need to be fucked.”

He goes lower. “Claimed.”

Lower. “Ruined.”

He circles my clit and I gasp at the slickness, at his words.

His teeth scrape my neck. “Ripped apart and put back together again.”

“Yes.” I arch my hips into his hand. That sounds exactly right. Exactly what I’ve been searching for. Needing. Wanting.

His lips play over my jaw as he teases me with soft feathery touches. “For a girl that’s not supposed to be thinking about orgasms you’re awfully wet.”

I still and open my eyes, my vision sharp and focused. “Chad.”

He lifts his head. “Ruby.”

I trace a path over the line of his jaw. “I’m not thinking about orgasms.”

Because I’m not.

His gaze flashes, his eyes darken. He circles my clit, over and over, not with direct pressure, just making me want it. “What are you thinking about?”

I tell him the absolute truth. I’ve said variations of these words before—trite and meaningless—with the intent to hurry the guy along, to distract him from my lack of involvement. This is the first time I’ve meant them. Understood them. This is the first time they’ve had meaning. “How much I want your cock inside me. How much I need to feel it.” I swallow hard.
These
words I have never said to anyone. “I want to belong to you, to give you something I’ve never given anyone.”

It’s his turn to still, his fingers resting where I want him most. His blue eyes darken to sapphire, become fathomless. Captivating me so I lose myself. He slides out of my panties, up my stomach and over my breasts to cup my jaw. He kisses me, soft and sweet, before lifting his head and looking into my eyes. “Ruby, you do belong to me. You are absolutely mine.”

I lick my lower lip. “I’ve never belonged to anyone before.”

“Good.” He traces a path down my collarbones and over my breast, stopping to tug at my nipple. “I’m not letting you go.”

My hips arch and I suck in a breath.

He continues, driving me crazy, making me hot and restless and consumed with desire. “Your mind’s accepting what your body has known all along.”

“What?” The word is nothing more than a harsh pant.

He nips my bottom lip, running his tongue over the flesh he has trapped there before releasing me. “I own you.”