Ruthless (Black Mountain Academy) - Mila Crawford Page 0,37

the sight of his decadent lips sucking on my plump nipple nearly sent another orgasm rocketing through me. “Kyler, I-”

“Spit it out, gorgeous,” he purred, a crooked smile gracing his lips, his tongue flicking, his lips sucking and kissing. I couldn’t think straight; god, this was so good. Too good. My nerves tingled as his other palm pushed the pants and panties off my feet, exposing me to the chilled air.

“Kyler—” I moaned as one swift digit ran up my soaked slit and fried my brain. Kyler's fingers were slipping against my body.

“Yes, Madison?” He strung the words out ever so slowly, driving me mad with his teasing as he added another finger, stroking at my entrance, so close to plunging inside and making me his forever.

“I-I’m a virgin.”

Chapter 22

“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.” ― Jane Austen, Persuasion

Kyler

A swift pounding slammed into my frontal lobe.

I jumped from the bed, feeling like her skin had lit mine on fire. My eyes held hers as I landed against the opposite wall, her mouth frozen in an innocent O, her eyes glazed with the sexiest shade of lust I’d ever seen. She was so beautiful and ready for me it hurt. I’d fuck everything up. I’d fuck her up. That’s what I did.

She twisted my sheet around her naked body as embarrassment flamed her cheeks.

“Christ,” I uttered, flicking the hoop in my bottom lip.

This would never work. We were polar opposites for one, but…a virgin? I couldn’t be trusted with that. That was too much pressure, too much pain, too much everything.

My hands began to tremble, and before she could see me fall into a pathetic breakdown, I turned the corner and ducked into my master bath, slamming the door with a resounding crack.

A virgin.

A virgin.

A virgin.

Oh, Jesus Christ, I’d just slammed the door on a naked virgin in my bed. So much for playing nice with her feelings.

Fuck up.

Fuck up.

Fuck up.

I gnawed so fiercely at the hoop I could feel a bruise forming around the swollen flesh. How could anyone see past how fucked up I was? I’d shared too much, and just when she’d opened herself up to me, I’d bailed with violent fear icing my veins.

But Madison was different.

I grunted and opened the door, my thick-skulled mind shocked to find my bed empty.

“Madison!” I called as I bolted down the hallway, eager to make it right as soon as I could.

I saw the pool house door standing open, her shoes and clothing gone. I took the steps two at a time and found her just as she hit the damp grass. “You’re not leaving,” I heaved as I finally caught her. She turned, and her gaze caught fire with mine. “I mean, please don’t leave,” I corrected lamely.

She stood, looking back at me fiercely, so young and innocent and unworthy of my assholery.

“No way. Not a chance.” She bit her lip and I saw tears swelling in her big gray eyes.

God, no. I’d really hurt her feelings.

“I’m sorry.” My hands were at her cheeks, forcing her to look me in the eye. I breathed, “I was so fucking worried about myself I didn’t even think about you. I promise it won’t happen again. You’re the only thing that makes the pain stop. When I’m with you, I actually feel human.” I uttered the last part with sincerity resonating in my voice and my gaze. Her eyes flooded a little more then, and she had to close them to keep the tears at bay. I wiped at the salt water hovering at her lashes.

“I shouldn’t have told you,” she finally said in stubborn defiance.

“Not a chance in hell, little mouse. I’m glad you told me. It’s good you told me. Now I can do this right.” I threaded my fingers through her hair and clasped her neck, pulling her to me and taking her in a soft kiss, one that hopefully conveyed my apology more than my simple words ever could. “Come back.” I locked her fingers with my own and, with our lips still attached, walked her with me up the steps of my building. “Stay the night with me, please?” I asked, ready to make it up to her in so many more ways. In all the ways she deserved for her first time.

Her tired chuckle warmed my insides and I knew that this was the right decision. She sniffed, but her smile was bright as her hand stayed