Page 16 of Hidden By His Side

Ramiro enjoyed sex, but he’d never been with anyone like Summer. She was already scared of the process.

He was used to women who knew exactly what they were in for and begged him for it—hours of rough sex that would wring them dry for days. Even though Ramiro was uncut, he had the opposite of a sensitive cock. He needed fierce, repetitive friction to get close to coming. Many of the women he’d been with tapped out well before he’d orgasmed, though they had gotten plenty themselves by then.

Even though he’d fantasized about Summer, who was kissing him so sweetly now, he doubted sex with her would change his needs.

But then, this wasn’t about his needs. It was about Summer’s.

She wanted him to take her virginity. Yes, she was still a virgin. What that group of high school boys had done to her didn’t count as sex. They’d deserved a lot worse than the car accident he’d arranged. Only one had survived the initial crash, and Ramiro had enjoyed slowly strangling the rapist with a seat belt until the life faded from his eyes. It hadn’t been the one who had drugged her, but it had to be enough. Even if Ramiro had gotten to torture each of them for days, drawing out the pain as long as he could, it wouldn’t have sated his rage.

Summer had cried when she’d learned about the car accident. They’d been tears of relief that her monsters were gone. She hadn’t realized at the time that what they’d done to her would always remain, leaching away her joy and confidence.

Summer needed Ramiro to show her how good her body could feel.

His anxiety drained away. If anyone deserved to be given pleasure, it was Summer, and he’d make sex with him the best experience of her life, even if it ruined him.

He cupped her face gently and returned her kiss. Her lips were soft and perfect, tasting of salt from her tears and mint. Even devastated, his girl brushed her teeth before bed.

No, she wasn’t his. Ramiro was the creepy stalker, watching her cry through cameras she wasn’t even aware of. He ran to herside whenever she needed comfort. It was sick, and it made her cling to him even more when she should kick him out of her life.

Instead, she offered herself as the sweetest gift, a gift Ramiro couldn’t possibly refuse.

Ramiro’s hand slid to the back of her neck, tilting her head for a more intimate slide of their mouths together. There was no tongue involved, only the most perfect and delicious lips, ones that grew more and more sensitive under his as the kiss extended, as it became the only thing that existed in the world.

Soft moans slid from her mouth to his as her hands found the back of his neck and her body drew closer and closer until it was flush against him.

Their lips parted enough for them to gasp in a breath.

“You like kissing, don’t you, baby girl?”

“I like kissingyou.”

Ramiro groaned and captured her lips again so she couldn’t say anything else to erode his control. This had to be about her, not about his own need to consume her.

He stroked her neck as his other hand slid from her back to her side, his thumb tracing the edge of her breast and making her shiver. His hand drifted down to her hip, letting it rest there instead of urging her closer. They continued to kiss as the tension in her muscles eased. Her fingers playing with his hair and her body arching to get closer were the sweetest rewards.

He licked her bottom lip, nipping it with his teeth after. “Open for me.”

Her legs parted over his lap, straddling him and pressing her right up against his erection. He groaned against her mouth, his fingers gripping her hip harder as he strained not to rock her against him.

“I meant your lips,” he breathed out, trying to keep the bark of need out of his voice.

“Oh,” she gasped against his mouth, then she kissed him again, this time with her lips parted.

He gave her a hint of tongue, letting her get used to it. Soon enough, she was the aggressor, her tongue stroking inside his mouth as her body rubbed along his and her hands clung to him.

Ramiro’s hand moved from her neck to the back of her head, holding her in place as his mouth took hers, her whimpers and gasps riling him all up. Summer didn’t just love kissing, she was addicted to it, and he wanted to feed that addiction, to make her forget about anything but the pleasure of lips and tongue.

His hand at her hip slid under her nightshirt, tracing over the smooth skin of her stomach.

Summer froze against him, her tension winding tight again. She broke the kiss, blinking at him with wide eyes as her rapid breaths puffed against his mouth.

He kept his fingers resting against her stomach. “I want to touch you more. Will you let me? It’s okay to say no.”

His hand remained still as he waited. Her tension slowly faded until she melted into his body again. She kissed him, andhe kept to just that, letting her lean into what she already knew she enjoyed.

Soon she was the one breaking the kiss again. “Yes. Take it off. Touch me more.” She leaned back, lifting her arms so he could whisk the sleep shirt over her head.

Ramiro let out a strangled sound as he stared at her breasts. Summer had been dangerously skinny when they’d first met. She’d been starving herself, he’d learned, willing her body weaker and weaker. Over the past years, she’d filled out to her more natural weight, and her breast plumped up as his hand cupped it, his thumb stroking over her tightened nipple, making it grow even more taut.

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