Page 14 of Ramsey & Emerson

“Are you high?” I blurted out. I mean, I was genuinely curious. “Do you take pills? Is that why you act like a goddamn lunatic?”

I’d expected him to laugh, growl, or cuss me out, but he did none of those things. Instead, Ramsey stepped up closer until his body was flushed with mine. I stopped breathing, then thought I would expire from a grade-A heart attack when one arm came down, planting his hand on my hip, the other hand wrapping around the back of my neck.

“What are you doing?” I whispered because his expression looked like he was seconds away from kissing me.

“What I’ve been wanting to do since you walked into that party Friday night,” he answered as his head leaned in, his lips finally landing on mine. Right or wrong, good or bad, I didn’t care. Ramsey Reed’s lips were the best thing to ever touch my body, and he fueled me like no one else ever had.

My hands slithered up his chest until they wrapped around his neck, and I kissed him back with all the hate that I felt for him; I just couldn’t help myself.

Actually, that wasn’t true.

Icouldhelp myself.

I just didn’t want to.

He groaned as his hands tightened on my body, and in that moment, I knew that Ramsey Reed was just the boy to help get me out of my head. He could help me forget the shitstorm that was my life right now, even though he was a part of it.

Abigpart.

Still, I didn’t care.

I wanted his fire. I wanted his anger. As long as this attraction between us was forged in hate and bad choices, then there’d be no problem when we walked away from each other after graduation or sooner.

His hands left my neck and hip, then began roaming my body like he was discovering the female form for the first time. Regardless, the way that he was touching me made it clear that he knew the female form very well.

We were both wearing jeans and simple cotton t-shirts, the only difference being the apron that I was still wearing. It felt like a barrier and protection all at the same time, but it didn’t stop Ramsey from running his hand over my chest to cup my right breast as his lips started making their way down my neck. Though it felt like Heaven, it also felt like every bad decision that I’d ever made. In fact, he felt like the worst choice that I could ever make.

Still, I didn’t tell him to stop, and I didn’t push him away.

“Ramsey…”

“Fuck yeah,” he hissed. “Say my name like that again, baby.”

I did.

Eagerly.

With his name on my lips, I felt Ramsey trying to gather as much of my breast as he could in his hand. “I can’t wait to taste your tits, Emerson,” he growled. “And fuck if I can’t wait to taste your pussy.”

My knees buckled, and I tightened my hold around his neck to keep myself upright.

Hell yeah.

I started returning the favor, running my hands up and over his broad shoulders, relishing how big and strong he felt. I bet Ramsey Reed was the epitome of the perfect Greek god underneath all his clothes, and I could feel myself weakening every single damn time that we came across each other. I was ready to let him do whatever he wanted to me when I suddenly felt his teeth break the delicate skin on my neck.

The sonofabitch was actually biting me.

Ramsey sucked my skin through his lips and teeth, and that’s when I realized that he was giving me a hickey, and not just your random got-carried-away variety. Ramsey was marking me in a way that wouldn’t heal for weeks. This crazy, enigmatic, gorgeous psychopath was seriouslydrinkingmy goddamn blood.

I pushed at his shoulders and chest, but he wouldn’t budge. “Ramsey,” I cried out, trying to get him to stop. However, instead of acknowledging me, he just held on tighter at my cry, sucking harder, and it hurt.

It. Fucking. Hurt.

With no choice, I started punching and kicking at him when he released my skin, then bit down onto a new spot to repeat his madness. “Ramsey! Get off me!” I pushed and pushed against his hard chest. “Get the fuck off me!”

He finally ceased his attack, then stepped away from me, but not before he’d completed his second marking. Ramsey dropped his hands from my body, but his chest was heaving as he stared down at me, and he had an insane look in his eye that should worry me.

I was taken aback by the lack of guilt or regret in his face. His bottom lip was decorated in streaks of my blood, and he looked like he wanted to kill me. Ramsey looked out of control and in control all at the same time, and he looked so fucking magnificent that it was…astounding.

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