Page 123 of Beautifully Reckless

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What if I freak out? Get sucked into a PTSD vortex and create a scene?

Jesus, can I really do this? Have sex? Let him inside my body?

“Stop frowning, Angel. I’m not gonna fuck you out here.”

“I didn’t… I wasn’t…” I shake my head, knowing full well I’ve just been caught out. “I’m sorry. The whole consummation thing is making me nervous.”

“I know.” Reaching out, his fingers brush along my cheeks, gentle and unhurried. “You know I’d never hurt you, right?”

My chest squeezes, and something inside me softens as I relax back against the tree, peering up at him.

“I know.”

Bracing his hand on the tree over my head, he leans in, caging me between the rough bark and the heat of his body.

Once, this would have made me feel trapped.

Now, all I feel is owned.

With his attention focused on me, like I’m the only woman in the entire world, his stormy gaze drops to my lips as he wets his own. Slowly, and deliberately.

“What Iwill do,” his breath fans over my face, “is make youburn for me, Angel. Hot. Bright. Absolutely fucking searing.” His voice is thick with dark promise that has my knees trembling. “Because I’mnotgoing to fuck you until youbeg mefor it. And just so we’re clear. That will be happening tonight.”

My lips part as a shaky breath escapes me, my skin already alight, even though he hasn’t even touched me yet.

“What if I’m not ready?” I whisper, barely able to find my voice, and he cups the side of my face, his thumb brushing gently across my cheeks as he presses his forehead to mine.

“Trust me, Angel. You’ll be ready.”

I don’t get a chance to question it before he claims my lips with his.

I moan into his mouth, surrendering to the quiet storm that is us, hidden among trees with a party in full swing in the distance.

When he presses his body flush to me, I shift my legs wider, offering him space, which he takes, without hesitation, grinding the hard bulge in his pants against me.

“Fuck, Angel. I should spank you for being such a brat earlier,” he rasps against my mouth.

“I should spankyoufor springing a wedding on me,” I counter, pulling back just enough to catch my breath.

Ringo chuckles. “I’m not really the submissive type, Angel. But if you want to call it foreplay, I’ll let you spank me,” his voice lowers an octave. “Just be prepared for what will happen after that.”

My brows shoot up. “What will happen?”

I should know better by now, because his sinister smirk says it all.

I’m in trouble.

“This.”

It’s all he says before dropping to his knees and hitching up the satin of my dress.

“Ringo, what are you—”

My words catch in my throat as he presses an open mouthed kissright there! Straight to the centre of my panties, hot and hungry.

I gasp, palms slapping to the rough bark behind me as he urges my legs wider with ravenous hands.

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