Page 100 of Beautifully Reckless

The thought of exposing my bare flesh to him…

Oh, Jesus, more heat pools inside my core at the thought, and I find myself lifting the fabric of the tee with my free hand, baring myself to him.

“Fuuuck, Angel.” His tone is rough and sexy as all hell. “You’re letting me see now?”

His dark gaze flicks up to mine, and I nod, sliding my fingers free from between my legs, holding the two digits up, wet and glistening.

“Taste me.”

I can hardly believe the words come from my mouth, but I don’t have to say them twice. Ringo’s gaze turns drunk, almost feral, as he leans forward in his chair.

“Put them in, Angel,” he rasps, parting his lips, and I lean in, my eyes zeroed in on his open mouth and slide them in.

Oh… there’s something wickedly intimate about the wet feel of his tongue as it curls around my digits, licking, tasting, then sucking like he’s starving for me.

I whimper, another wave of heat rolling through me, and his hands snap to my hips, dragging me closer, and my fingers make a popping sound as he releases them from his mouth, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Do I have permission to touch you tonight, or would you rather I do it like last time?”

Last time… he let me use his hand. I was the one in control, guiding his fingers where I needed them.

It was on my terms. It was thoughtful. And I felt safe.

But… I don’t need that tonight.

Not with him.

Ringo won’t hurt me. I trust him.

If I ask him to stop, he will. No shaming. No guilt.

“I don’t want to do it that way,” I whisper, my gaze dropping to his lips. “I want you to touch me howyouwant to.”

A low growl reverberates in his chest, his fingers digging into my hips, almost bruisingly.

“No, Angel. Not yet. Don’t give me that much freedom. Until you’retrulyready, I need you to be more specific. I don’t want to risk triggering something.”

“Specific how?” I ask, feeling my stupid cheeks flush.

“Well…” he starts, voice thick and low as he urges me a little closer to stand between his manspread legs. “Do you want me to touch you just on the outside, or would you like my fingersinsideyou this time?”

My knees almost give out at the thought. That image, his big fingers, deep inside me, sends a surge of hunger I didn’t expect.

“Both,” I whisper, my chest rising and falling with so much anticipation that I fear the moment he touches me, I’ll come apart and it’ll be all over.

With another wicked smirk, his eyes darken, and his voice drops another octave.

“How about my tongue, Angel? Can I lick you? Fuck you with it?”

Another needy whimper escapes me, and there’s no hiding the plea in my eyes, or my voice.

“Yes. Yes to all of that.”

A low growl vibrates through him again as he leans forward. “Are you ready to get naked for me yet?”

Am I?

I consider that, but shake my head quickly, already knowing that tonight, I’m not quite there yet, not quite ready for that vulnerability.

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