Page 42 of Scarred Ruin

I fisted the back of her hair, my fingertips immediately digging into her scalp while bringing her to her toes.

As expected, she continued resisting her attraction, driving both fists against my chest, but it was too late. I crushed her mouth, immediately pushing my tongue inside. She didn’t like the fact I was determined to dominate every inch of her, fighting to maintain control first with the kiss.

I was too strong for her, holding her in place while our tongues danced together. She obviously felt my desire by how my dick was throbbing through the weight of the dense material. Even with both of us wearing jeans, there was a heavy pulse of heat and fire.

This time as she relaxed, I knew better than to dare let her go. We were finished with playing the game of superiority. She’d need to learn just how fully entwined our lives had become.

Feeling a hard pound on my chest, I allowed her to break apart our lips, which provided me with the opportunity to drag my tongue from one side of her jaw to the other. All while she did her best to avoid physically reacting. She wiggled in my hold, fighting more than before.

She was far too enticing.

So much so I was unable to focus.

But with my eyes only. My mind was completely present, eager to taste every inch of her luscious body.

Even as she punched me twice in the gut, I sensed she felt the same. Only she wasn’t the type of woman to give in easily to anything. Any desire. Any rule.

Certainly not a request from a man she was sure would destroy her carefully crafted world.

At least tonight, she sensed I wasn’t taking no for an answer, which was why when I fisted her shirt, she laughed. A step up from punching me. I managed to drag the material over her shoulders, even pitching it across the salon before she reacted.

But not as I thought she would.

The woman was full of surprises.

She wrapped one hand around my shirt, pulling herself close to me. But her hand had discovered a decanter, swinging the thick piece of glass at my head.

I ducked.

Her second attempt failed when I knocked it aside. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, allowing her to see just how much with the wide smile spreading across my face.

There was no need for further conversation because quite frankly, I was tired of being pushed away.

Which was why I dragged her into the bedroom cabin, slamming the door behind us. With blinds on the windows, she could feel more of a sense of privacy. Besides, I wouldn’t appreciate any prying eyes.

With the door now closed, I sensed more freedom in her movements. She scanned the room, checking the windows. Another hopeful escape. Soon she’d realized there truly was no escape. I ripped my shirt up from the back collar, dragging it over my head. When she took another step away, she was merely allowing herself to admire my chest while offering a slight hum of appreciation.

There were several things about her that sparked my intellectual mind, many surprises that I’d certainly enjoyed. But one haunted me.

She’d not asked a single question about what had happened to my face.

Not one.

While she’d dared allow a few lingering looks during dinner, none were offering me pity or appeared disgusted. Maybe that had more to do with my possessive hunger than my other attributes.

Whatever the case, she was now admiring what she’d done from afar before. The only difference was the carnal look replacing an apprehensive one.

I stood where I was and unfastened my belt. There was only mild interest in her eyes as she was now concentrating on securing something else to prevent me from touching her.

She moved closer, placing the flat of her hand against my skin and immediately she pulled in and held a deep breath. A new tactic of using her feminine wiles to entice me.

A shift of her hips and I narrowly avoided being checked by her knee.

I yanked the thick strap free while shaking my head. The light in her eyes finally registered what I had in mind. Only when I wrapped a portion around my left hand did her breathing hitch.

There was no need to explain. As I pulled the strap between her breasts, she stiffened while studying me. There was no fear in her eyes, only a hint of annoyance, but she took the opportunity to run her fingers down my chest, rolling her index finger from one side of my waistband to the other.

While I didn’t mind her taking the time to explore, that would need to come later. She enticed me for days. Over dinner she’d managed to awaken something else altogether.