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Her brows furrow, and she raises her hand to touch my back.
I tense. “Fair warning. Be prepared for what happens next if you put your hands on me.”
She pauses for a moment, as though she’s contemplating her options. “What happens next?”
One corner of my mouth goes up in a small smirk. Her voice holds uncertainty, although she tries not to let it show. She looks up at me questioningly when I don’t respond.
I shut off the shower and stand in front of her, my hair dripping as I tower over her. “Why don’t you touch it and find out for yourself?”
She swallows, looking up at me and back at my tattooed skin. She lifts up a hand and runs it across the wings tattooed on my chest.
My body tenses wherever she touches, and my forehead pinches. I’ve never reacted to a woman like this before.
I lean down and pull her towards me, planting my lips on hers. I savor the taste of her, groaning as it hits me. She tastes delicious, with an undertone of mint.
Not like other women. This is the first time I have ever felt something when I kissed someone. Something other than just basal urges.
I look at her, studying her face.Will you be the one to warm my heart?
Chapter 11
Amelia
Oh my GOD!
My heart is pounding in my chest, echoing the intensity of the kiss we just shared. Rueben's lips were warm against mine, sending electric sparks coursing through my body. But as he pulls away, cool and composed as ever, I'm left grappling with a whirlwind of emotions.
He steps back from me, his tattoos glistening with droplets of water from the shower. I can't help but admire the intricate patterns that adorn his skin, the raw masculinity that radiates from every inch of him.
God, he's so captivating.
"Amelia." Rueben's voice interrupts my thoughts, pulling me back to reality. "You shouldn't be daring me like that. I don't hold back from temptation."
Temptation?Do I tempt him?
His words hang in the air, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. I try to push down the fluttering sensation in my stomach, the overwhelming desire that threatens to consume me.
What is happening to me?
The rush of water cascades over us, enveloping us in a cocoon of warmth as Rueben's lips meet mine again in a heated kiss. Hishands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as I melt against him, my body humming with anticipation. His touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I can't seem to extinguish.
As our lips move in sync, I feel a surge of desire coursing through my veins, overwhelming me with a sense of urgency. But despite the intensity of the moment, Rueben remains cool and composed, his demeanor unchanged as he explores the depths of my mouth with his tongue.
God, this feels amazing! But...but…
My mind swirls with conflicting emotions. I know I shouldn't be feeling this way, not here, not now, but I can't help myself. Even as my rational thoughts protest, my body betrays me, responding eagerly to Rueben's touch. I cling to him, losing myself in the intoxicating sensation of his lips against mine, the world outside fading away as we drown in each other.
As the kiss deepens, I feel a surge of heat pooling in my belly, my knees growing weak beneath me. Rueben's hands remain tangled in my hair, holding me close as if he never wants to let me go. And for a moment, I allow myself to forget everything else, lost in the blissful oblivion of his touch.
But all too soon, Rueben pulls away again, leaving me breathless and wanting more. His eyes meet mine, dark and unreadable, and he leaves the shower. I'm left alone to wrestle with my thoughts.
I know I should have left the moment I caught myself staring at him for too long. But I couldn't tear my eyes away, couldn't resist the pull he exudes.
I stand there in the shower, the water washing over me as I try to make sense of the tumultuous emotions swirling inside me. He's dangerous, unpredictable, just like the rest of them.
I shouldn't be feeling this way about him.
But even as I try to convince myself to stay away, I can't shake the memory of his lips against mine, the warmth of his touch lingering on my skin. Maybe...maybe I can focus on his more desirable qualities.
