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?”

She shook her head.

“Callie?”

“Yes.”

“I want to touch you.”

“Oh.”

He took hold of her wrist and slid it from his shoulder moving down his chest, and even further still. He paused when her palm was at the top of his jeans.

“And I want you to touch me as well.”

Her teeth sank into her lip, and he saw the nerves playing out across her face. Callie was so open, so expressive. Her cheeks were a deep shade of red. She was a little panicked but he saw the flash of excitement in her eyes.

She wanted this.

He wanted this.

Moving her hand down, he placed her palm flat on his rock-hard cock. She gasped and he cupped her tit in his palm. Her eyes went wide as he stroked his thumb back and forth across her hard nipple. She wasn’t wearing a padded bra. He imagined something lacy, something sexy.

“Do you like that?”

She jerked her head in a yes.

“Good.” Her palm remained still against his cock. “You can move your hand. You can touch me.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Her virginity turned him on again.

“Then do whatever you like. I’m a big boy, I can handle it.”

“No part of you is a boy,” she said.