Page 82 of Hidden By His Side

She didn’t need him to deny it. She already knew. “I’m all messed up, and I have a lot of hang-ups.” She grimaced, not wanting to remember the way she’d frozen beneath him and ruined the last time. “So if you have needs I can’t meet, we don’t have to be exclusive. That’s all I’m saying.” The numbness moved to her lips, making the words sound foreign, even though exclusivity was a common discussion when dating. Her second boyfriend had taught her not to expect it unless it was said outright.

Ramiro’s hand tightened in her hair, and his other hand banded around her. “You’re not having sex with anyone but me, Summer. Not anymore.” He hadn’t shouted, but his eyes had gotten hard, and there was a gruffness to his voice.

Summer swallowed her nerves. “I didn’t mean me. I only want to be with you, Ram.”

The tightness in his grip eased, but his eyesdidn’t soften.

“Sex with you is amazing. I know—” Her voice cracked, and her eyes grew warm. She blinked it away. “I know you don’t really want to, but I do. I want to have sex with you all the time.”

He let out a groan, lifting her into his arms, trapping her hands between them as he stalked toward the bedroom.

“Ramiro?”

He dropped her onto the bed with a bounce, and she scrambled to sit up. “What—”

He bent over her, the shadow of him making her nerves skitter. “All the time?” he asked.

Summer licked her lips as she touched his chest again, the feel of him so perfect. “Yes.” She petted the hair there, her finger finding his nipple and brushing over it. “I always want you, Ramiro.”

“Like right now?” His hands moved to the bottom of her pajama top. “Tell me you want me right now, Summer. Give me the words.”

“I want you right now.” Summer pinched his tightened nipple, loving the way his jaw tightened. “I want you deep inside me.”

Ramiro dragged her top over her head. She fell back when he went for the bottoms, lifting her hips to help him drag them off along with her underwear.

He stared at her. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He reached for her breast, palming it. “I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

Her mouth went dry.

Ramiro’s hand pulled away, stripping off his own sleep pants. He was already partially erect, his penis hardening more as she stared at it. The slitted tip of him peeked out from his foreskin, as if it didn’t want to scare her away, the same as it had the first time.

Ramiro crawled onto the bed, reaching for her and rolling them to their sides. He pulled her front against his, lifting her thigh over his leg and high on his hip. His hardness nestled against her curls, and her heart raced to catch up.

“Wait!” she cried out, clutching at his arm.

His hand caressed her thigh, then around toward her ass, and she shivered. “Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m not going to slam into you. I’m going to make you feel good first.”

“I want to makeyoufeel good,” she said, arching into his body when he palmed her ass.

“You already do,” he breathed, shifting his hips forward to press all that hardness right where she wanted it. “You feel so good.” His other hand tweaked her nipple and made her gasp. “There’s no way this won’t feel good to me.”

“I want you to come,” she blurted out before her every thought melted away. “Use me to come.”

His hands stilled, the grip on her ass tightening.

“I need you to, Ram,” she whispered. “Please.”

He swallowed, pulling her closer so her face rested against his chest. “It’s not becauseof you, Summer.”

He was trying to make her feel better about it. Her eyes grew warm again, and she pressed against him even tighter to try to hide the gasping sob.

“Shhh. I mean it. It’s not you. I need a lot of stimulation to get there. Most of the time I’ve had sex, I haven’t finished.”

She tried to wrap her head around that. “I want to be different.”

“You are different.” He ran his hands up her back, the action soothing. “There’s no one like you. I love being inside you, being so close to you.”

“I wish you were always that close. Sometimes I dream about waking up with you already inside me.”

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