Page 47 of Hidden By His Side

He did, harder than before, hard enough that she’d feel him there long after. She cried out, her ass wriggling against him, but not finding anything to press into the ache between her legs.

All from her neck? That couldn’t be right. She was acting too needy. Fear slithered inside, trying to replace the desire that had been taking over.

Ramiro’s hand slipped under her nightshirt and up. The first touch of his fingers over her already tightened nipple blasted her anxiety away again.

His beard tickled her neck as his mouth moved against her there, making her skin even more sensitive, but it was the way he rolled her nipple that made her lose control of the noises she made. Her body tried to surge forward, but his other hand on her stomach kept her ass tight against him.

He stopped sucking, dragging his tongue over the aching flesh he’d created on her neck before brushing his lips against her ear.

“You’re losing your mind already? Just from this?” His breath slid over her ear, making her aware of her moans when the next one was louder. He groaned. His fingers plucked and rolled her nipple a little harder. “I bet I could make you come just teasing your nipples and your neck. Want to test it, baby girl?” His fingers tightened on her, but also slowed, dragging out the sensation.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please, don’t stop.”

He let out another growl against her pulse before sucking her skin hard.

Her hips tried to push forward but couldn’t get any leverage. He wasn’t touching between her legs. The ache down there was incredible, and she moaned again, writhing against him.

“I think I could. I could make you come from just this.” His teeth and beard scraped, sending shivers through her. “But I won’t make you wait.”

The hand on her stomach slipped under her shorts and underwear, delving between her legs. He groaned as his finger slid over her slit. “Fuck, Summer. You’re soaked.”

She tried to shake her head, but his face was still buried in her neck, talking into her damp skin.

“I’m gonna take care of you.” His finger found her clit, pressing against it as he tugged on her nipple.

The tight pressure on her nipple made the pressure below throb as if they were linked. She tried to writhe, to force his finger on her clit to move, but his fingers spread, his big hand holding her still as that one finger pressed, not moving at all.

“You’re mine, baby girl.” He plucked her nipple again, and she cried out, the ache below intense, too intense. “I need to hear it. Say you’re mine.”

She whimpered, trying to hump his hand but not able to move at all. “I-I’m yours, Ram. I’ve always been yours.”

He groaned, cutting it off by latching on to her neck. His finger stroked over her, the strokes slow but hard as he also pulled on her nipples.

The shaking took over her body, trying to break her into pieces. “Please!” she begged, her body tightening into one nerve centered on her clit. “Please, Ram. Please!”

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re gonna come so hard.” His finger sped up. “You’re so wet. Feel how easy my finger slides?” He brushed to one side of her clit, making her cry out, then cry out again when he brushed to the other side. “You’re so beautiful like this. I know what you need. Just let go.” He slid right over where the ache was centered. Again. And again. “Let go,” he said. “I’m here. I’ll hold you together.”

His mouth latched on to her neck, sucking hard, the pressure on her nipple feeling the same, offset by those slow, steady strokes between her legs.

She screamed as her body surged in waves, a deep pulsing taking over inside. The throb continued with every stroke, and her mind grew fuzzy as the feeling extended.

He was still stroking her when her awareness seeped back in. Her neck burned a little, but the stroke of his tongue eased the ache. Her nipple felt raw. His palm pressed gently against it as he continued to grip her breast.

“You did so good.” The finger between her legs stopped, pulling away, his hand sliding up to press against her stomach. “You’re so beautiful.” He kissed her hair this time, not her neck, nuzzling against her.

Her body had melted. She couldn’t even move her lips fully, too drained of energy. “What about you?”

He remained quiet. A sliver of worry seeped inside.

“Sleep, Summer,” he said, the words coming to her through the fog already taking over. He kissed her hair again, a brief movement that created butterflies in her chest. “I love taking care of you.” His hand slipped away from her chest, hooking around her waist instead. “Just sleep.”

There was no fighting it. She felt so safe and protected that she was already slipping under, but a sadness lingered in her throat.

Chapter 16

Summer woke up in the middle of the night, just making it to the bathroom in time to hug the toilet. This time, Ramiro was with her, holding her hair back. The soothing slide of his hand rubbing her back calmed her.

Unlike the morning before, Ramiro bullied her back into bed. With his body spooned around her and his arms curled over her stomach, Summer fell back to sleep almost too easily.

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