Page 18 of Hidden By His Side

Summer nodded against his neck, letting him carry her to her bedroom. He sat on the edge of her bed, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. His hands massaged along her bare back. She was naked while he was still fully clothed. Something about it was sexy as hell, but he ignored his aching cock and focused on soothing her with his touch.

Soon she’d melted into his arms, her lips pressing a kiss under his jaw as she held him. As much as he loved it, he needed to see her face, read the truth in her eyes. He urged her to sit straight, his hands continuing to span her back as she gripped his shoulder again.

“Tell me what was wrong. Did you not like the feel of my mouth on you?”

She tried to dip her head, but he used his hand to tilt her chin up again.

“No hiding. It’s good to talk things out when you have sex with someone.” The idea that she’d be doing this with someone else made his throat tighten. “I know I went too fast, but wasthat all? Do you want me to eat you out again, only go slower this time?”

When she remained silent, fiddling with his button, he considered trying to figure it out himself. He knew Summer in and out, so he could figure out her body as well, as long as he didn’t lose control again.

But if this was a onetime thing, like it had to be, he’d be doing her a disservice. Some of the guys she’d be with wouldn’t bother trying to figure it out if she didn’t speak up. His grip tightened on her. He’d kill anyone who wasn’t good to her, but by then it’d be too late.

“Talk to me,” he said, stroking her jaw and then down to her neck, drawing out a delicious shiver.

“I-I didn’t like it,” she admitted, sneaking a look into his eyes before looking away.

“Because I went too fast?” Ramiro pressed.

She hesitated, her brow knitting. He stroked a thumb over the pulse in her neck this time, making her hands grip him tighter as she gasped.

“I didn’t lead up to caressing your neck, but you seem to like it just fine,” he said. “I bet you’d like my tongue even more.” He dipped his head, licking where he’d rubbed, and she made another sound that slid straight to his cock. “Yeah, your neck is sensitive as hell. You like my mouth on yours, on your neck, on your gorgeous breasts.” He tweaked one of her nipples, watching her chest flush. “But you didn’t like my tongue inside your sweet pussy?”

Her body grew stiffer, and he rubbed her back again.

“It felt strange,” she admitted. “And it made me embarrassed.”

“Nothing about your body should embarrass you.” He moved his hand up her side, stroking the swell of her breast. “You’re gorgeous. Anyone that hints otherwise, I’ll kick their ass. Is that what the prick you went on a date with did?”

She shook her head. “Chris was nice.”

Ramiro regretted bringing the date up. He didn’t like another man’s name on her lips. “Tell me you know you’re gorgeous,” he said, changing directions.

“I know I’m pretty,” she said.

“Not pretty, gorgeous,” he pushed, but he knew she’d never say it. He stroked the side of her breast again, loving the silky feel. Her back arched, sticking her chest out toward him. He hummed in his throat, leaning her back against his hands so he could lick her nipple. She gasped, pressing her breast against his mouth. “It seems like you’ve gotten used to my mouth in other places. Do you think you’d get used to it on your pussy?”

“M-maybe,” she said, but her eyes shifted away from his.

He pulled her upright, his hand going to her chin again, nudging it so she faced him. “Don’t lie to me. Tell me what you’re not saying.”

Her chest rose with her next breath, and she bit her lip. “I didn’t like you down there.”

She’d already said that, but she remained tense, still holding on to something. He started to ask her again, but she opened her mouth on her own.

“I couldn’t see you,” she whispered.

“You can watch me do it.” Ramiro would love to stare into her eyes while she watched his tongue work her over. He stroked her jaw. “I’d love to see you staring down your gorgeous body at me between your shaking legs.”

She shook her head. “I wouldn’t look. And when I don’t see you, I—” She swallowed, looking away again. “I start to remember,” she whispered.

His guts shredded. He pulled her in close, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ll always let you see me then, baby girl. Face-to-face, so I can kiss you the way you love.” He pressed his lips to hers, and her hands found his face again, holding him close as she stared into his eyes while they made love with their mouths.

He loved her more than anything. If they did this, he’d be making love to her, not just having sex. The thought made his head spin and his eyes burn. If he held on to her in the way he craved, he’d end up getting her killed.

Summer broke the kiss, staring into his eyes with her brow creased. “Ram?” she asked, her voice trembling.

He rolled them so that they were sprawled on their sides on the bed, their faces close while his legs hung off the end of her too small bed. That was for the best since he still had his shoes on.

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