The last thing Karter suspected when she and Creed were shopping for the bar was that she'd end up in the supply room of the bar, her legs wrapped around his waist and his lips to hers.
Ravage is tired of keeping his distance and decides it's time he let Karter know just how he feels, even if it means risking the disapproval of his mentor, her father.
Excerpt:
‘Ravage,’ Karter whispered as he watched her back into the wall housing excess liquor. His name from her lips sounded like a prayer, and he wanted to hear it again.
He continued towards her, caging her in. Leaving her nowhere to go and no hope of escaping him. He had been holding himself back for far too long, and he refused to do it any longer.
Ravage trailed his hands up her sides before bringing them up to cup her face. He leaned in, overly aware of the hitching of her breath. Her small, delicate hands came up and settled on his chest, and she barely pushed. A feeble attempt at getting him to stop, but he had no intention of doing so. She would have to say the word if she wanted him to stop.
He knew she wouldn’t, though. Her little body was betraying her as she trembled against him, and he was sure it was out of pure arousal. She wanted him the same way he wanted her, and he wanted to kick himself for not attempting this sooner.
‘You shouldn’t...we shouldn’t. My dad will kill you,’ she told him. Her voice was just as soft as it had been a moment ago when she had breathed his name into the air.
‘Then I’m going to die one happy fucking man,’ Ravage responded. Bringing his lips down to capture hers.
TW: Mature language, explicit, detailed sex
Note: Low-drama, low-angst friends-to-lovers palate cleanser with a good bit of spice
Ravage is tired of keeping his distance and decides it's time he let Karter know just how he feels, even if it means risking the disapproval of his mentor, her father.
Excerpt:
‘Ravage,’ Karter whispered as he watched her back into the wall housing excess liquor. His name from her lips sounded like a prayer, and he wanted to hear it again.
He continued towards her, caging her in. Leaving her nowhere to go and no hope of escaping him. He had been holding himself back for far too long, and he refused to do it any longer.
Ravage trailed his hands up her sides before bringing them up to cup her face. He leaned in, overly aware of the hitching of her breath. Her small, delicate hands came up and settled on his chest, and she barely pushed. A feeble attempt at getting him to stop, but he had no intention of doing so. She would have to say the word if she wanted him to stop.
He knew she wouldn’t, though. Her little body was betraying her as she trembled against him, and he was sure it was out of pure arousal. She wanted him the same way he wanted her, and he wanted to kick himself for not attempting this sooner.
‘You shouldn’t...we shouldn’t. My dad will kill you,’ she told him. Her voice was just as soft as it had been a moment ago when she had breathed his name into the air.
‘Then I’m going to die one happy fucking man,’ Ravage responded. Bringing his lips down to capture hers.
TW: Mature language, explicit, detailed sex
Note: Low-drama, low-angst friends-to-lovers palate cleanser with a good bit of spice