Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“Do you want sugar?” she asked, calling out to him.
“No, thanks. Just some milk.”
She nodded and waited for the kettle to boil before adding the milk. She gave his drink a stir, and then carried it out to him.
He’d removed his jacket. He wore a pair of jeans and a crisp white shirt that seemed to stretch across the expanse of his back. The sight of him alone made her mouth water. This was bad. She noticed some ink on his body. It wasn’t quite clear as the white shirt hid it from view, but it was there. She wanted to see what he looked like without the shirt on.
“I have your coffee.”
Ruin stopped what he was doing and turned to her. He took the drink, had several swigs of coffee, and handed it back to her. She stood, a little awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
Callie watched him work. She had purchased four bolts for her door and had every intention of installing them, especially since she hated her creepy landlord, but they were on her list of jobs to do.
Ruin kept stopping to sip his coffee. She couldn’t help but admire his hands and his muscles. Through the stretch of the shirt, she saw them flex as he moved. Callie had never admired a man’s physical form, but with Ruin, it was so hard not to do so. She didn’t want to, but he was right there working on her door. Last night she felt his arms wrapped around her, touching her ass, the closeness of his body. She wanted to feel him again.
Chapter Four
It didn’t take Ruin long to get the bolts installed. He’d put the screwdrivers in his car and all the equipment he’d needed to get her apartment safe, not that a few bolts would truly protect her, but it was a start. Once he finished, he checked to make sure they all worked, and was happy with it. He stood up, picked up the empty bags, and turned toward her. She had gone and made him a second cup of coffee and she held it for him.
“You didn’t need to do that.”
Ruin took the coffee from her and placed the empty bags in her hands. She left and he followed her to the kitchen. She tossed the bags into a trash bin. He also spotted she had a recycle bin as well.
“You couldn’t install them, and what kind of a gentleman would I be if I left you here at risk?”
She frowned. “I’ve been living here for years and I’ve been fine.”
“Luck runs out, Callie.”
Her lips opened and closed. He wanted them around his cock, sucking him in deep.
“Oh, er, how much do I owe you for the tools?”
He put the coffee on the counter and stepped toward her. She moved back and he got in close so that he stood right in front of her. “How about a kiss?”
“A kiss? You had to kiss for the tools?”
He chuckled. “No, I paid money for the tools, but trust me, I’d be getting a better deal.”
“You would?”
“Yes.”
“How?” she asked.
He reached out and stroked some of the hair behind her ear. “Because I know how good those lips taste and I want another one, Callie.” Ruin cupped her cheek and ran his thumb across her lips. “They are so tempting. They’re designed to be kissed.” He released a little groan. “Didn’t you like our kiss last night?”
He had a feeling she did, judging by how red her cheeks were.
“Yes. I did.”
“So what is wrong with me kissing you?”
“Nothing, but I don’t want you to be out of pocket for the tools.”
“I won’t be. All I want is a kiss.” He leaned in close, giving her a chance to tell him no. He wouldn’t force her. He would never take what she wasn’t willing to give.
Callie’s gaze was on him and he could feel her breath. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he pulled her in close and slammed his lips down on hers. Her lips were like heaven.
Her hands went to his shoulders, gripping him tightly.
With his other hand, he grabbed her ass, pulling her against him, not wanting to let her go. Loving the feel of her next to his body. Why did she have to change out of the negligee? It would have been so easy to strip her naked, to fuck her, to take what he wanted. He couldn’t wait to see her tits, to spread her thighs open, taste her cunt, lick every single inch of her. Ruin wanted to hear her scream his name, beg him not to stop. He wanted so fucking much from her.
Breaking the kiss, he stared into her eyes. They were closed to start with, but she opened them. “Is that so wrong?” he asked. “To have a kiss?”