Page 174 of Beautifully Reckless

To feel his deadly hands on my flesh.

I want to crawl under his skin, like it’s the only thing anchoring me to this world.

Shit. If I could crawl under his skin and live there, I would.

Before I can even process what’s happening, Ringo has me sprawled out on the bed, hovering over me as his lips find mine again.

It’s a claiming kiss. One that screams unspoken words I’ve been desperate to hear fall from his lips.

“I need to tasteallof you, Angel,” he growls, breaking our kiss, his eyes so wild with lust that he looks a little drunk as they rake over my face. It’s like he’s recommitting every last inch to memory. Perhaps seeing something new there that wasn’t present last time we were this close.

“Then I’m going to fuck you, and we aren’t coming up for air until I’ve made you come ten fucking times.”

A laugh bubbles past my lips. “Ten times. I don’t think that’s possible.”

His eyes darken. “Oh, it’s fucking possible, Abs. Let me show you.”

His grin is wicked, but it quickly disappears as he lowers his head to the crook of my neck and begins his exploration.

I arch into each nip and kiss, moaning when he sucks my nipples deep into his mouth like he wants to choke on them. And I writhe when his beard tickles my skin as he trails kisses over my very prominent baby bump, before I lose sight of him behind it.

The moment his hot tongue glides up my seam, my legs fall wider, inviting and desperate, his big hands sliding beneath my butt, gripping each globe like he’s settling in for a marathon.

It’s not necessary. I’m so strung out with desire that the second he flattens his tongue over my clit, it’s like he’s flicked a switch and lit me up from the inside.

“Cam,” I cry, my voice cracking with emotion, overwhelmed and ecstatic all at once, while a wave of ecstasy I haven’t been able to find by my own touch, slams into me like a freight train.

“I’ve got you, Abbey,” he rasps against my nub, his voice huskier than usual, and hearing him say my full name, something he rarely does, undoes me all over again.

Just having him here with me again makes it easy to ignore every insecurity I have about my body, or being too bold in what I want. So I let myself go, my hands fisting in his hair, gripping the strands, which are a little longer than usual, and I spread my thighs as wide as they’ll go.

Instantly, he growls, the sound low and primal, vibrating against my exposed flesh. His tongue sinks inside me, so much thicker and deeper than I thought possible.

Then it happens.

Something in me snaps.

Maybe it’s the filthiness of this.

Maybe it’s just him.

I don’t know, but I start… dare I say it… fucking his face.

I grind against his nose, trying to get his tongue deeper, the sensations somehow too much and still not enough.

With another feral growl, Ringo shifts into a kneeling position, dragging my hips up with him, his fingers digging into the flesh of my arse as he devours my pussy like a man possessed.

Whimpers, desperate and needy, fall from me. I have no control over what’s happening. This man has trapped me in his vortex, and all I can do is hold on and enjoy the ride.

I’m sure he must be suffocating by the way his head is buried against my core, the thought of it shooting my pleasure so high, my world goes black, and my hearing vanishes, while I surf wave after wave of pure euphoria.

I hardly feel Ringo lowering my arse back to the bed, or him sliding off to strip out of his clothes.

I only figure that’s what has happened when I find his warmth hovering over me.

“Kiss me, Angel. Taste yourself on my tongue.”

I don’t evenhesitate, hooking my hands around his neck and pressing my lips to his.

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