Page 148 of Beautifully Reckless

“I feel kinda fat,” I admit, and he chuckles.

“Ain’t nothing fat about you.” He leans in closer, pressing his lips to mine briefly. “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with a woman with some meat on her bones. And there’s especially nothing more naturally stunning that a woman with child.”

“Did you write songs when you were in your band when you were younger?”

He laughs at my question. “Still think I’m a poet, hey?”

“Poet or a songwriter.” I shrug, and he shakes his head.

“I’m not normally a man of many words, Angel. But for you, I’ve got so much to fucking say.”

I don’t know why that has me smiling so wide, but it does, and I feel his fingers dig into my backside as he closes in to kiss me again.

Before I even know what’s happening, my hands are in his hair, his tongue is in my mouth, and his growing erection is pressing against my nub as our lips devour each other.

We kiss for so long. I don’t remember kissing anyone for this long before, and it has me hot and flustered in no time.

Ringo’s hands wander, one squeezing my butt while the other palms my breast, and when he finally breaks our kiss, he eases me back so his mouth can wrap around my nipple.

I arch into his mouth, familiar flutters of craving building between my legs, and just by this position alone, I know I have a better chance of staying in the moment with him.

He did this for me. Giving me the control, and I think I love him for it.

As I grind on his lap, his fingers shift between us, finding my clit, and a gush of slickness rushes between my legs.

“I’m so ready,” I whimper as I arch into him, my head tipped back as need takes over me.

“I should have asked this before we tried on the couch, but fuck, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight,” he murmurs against my ear, nipping at my lobe as I become ravenous, trying to urge his fingers closer to my opening.

I need him in there.

“Asked what?” I mutter, hardly able to focus on speaking.

“When was the last time anyone was bare inside you?”

I still, my lids flying open, but his fingers start flicking over my clit like they are in a race, and I shudder against him finding it hard to think about anything but what he’s doing to my body.

“Uhhh… Ummm… January,” I manage.

“Good girl,” he praises, slipping one finger inside me.

“Yes, that. I need that. I need you inside me.”

“I will. Just one more uncomfortable question, okay?”

I nod, my lids opening lazily as I stare at him.

“Have you been checked for STI’s since?”

I nod, even though I hate this conversation.

“Yes. It was the one thing my mum insisted on.”

A deepgrowl reverberates in his throat as anger contorts his face.

He wants to kill my mum. I just know it. And I really think I’d let him if given the chance.

“Let’s fucking forget about those people now, Angel. And just so you know, aside from a blowy I paid a hooker to give me two years ago, I haven’t been with anyone since my ex.”

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