Page 81 of All Jacked Up

“Key card,” I offered, then took a small nibble of her earlobe.

A shiver ran through her, and the monster she had seemed to trigger was soothed and back in whatever cave he’d come out of. I wasn’t thinking about burning down apartments and murdering men who looked at her too long. I was thinking of stripping her naked and fucking her against the wall.

“Yes, that.” She arched her neck slightly, giving me more access.

My hand fisted in the satin fabric of her nightie, and I began to tug it up. I wanted this off. I hadn’t gotten to see all of her. I’d deprived myself, and I was about to fix that mistake.

“Ransom.” She said my name again and walked backward willingly as I began to press her that way with my body until her back met the nearest wall.

“Yes?” I whispered before licking the area just below her ear.

“I can’t think,” she sighed.

Moving my knee between her thighs, I pressed my thigh against her cunt, and she moaned. That was better. No more questions. We could cover all that at brunch. The one she’d be having with me.

“Thinking isn’t required,” I told her, slipping the gown up and over her tits. Fucking hell, this body was better than I’d imagined. “Hands up. I want this off.”

She lifted her hands, and those silver pools met mine.

“Are we … what are we … doing?”

I pulled the gown over her head and dropped it to the floor. “Getting you naked.”

She licked her lips, and that reminded me that I could have that too. I didn’t have to restrain my hunger to taste her. That mouth was also mine. I reached up and grabbed her chin, then tilted her head back. The desire in her gaze flared as she stared back at me.

“I don’t share. I’ve never been good at it,” I told her, then bent my head to bite her lower lip. “I won’t share you with anyone.”

“I don’t—”

My mouth covered hers before she could say anything more. I didn’t want to explain this. Hell, I wasn’t sure I understood it all myself. I just knew that if another man took her from me, I’d lose my fucking mind. That was what I was one hundred percent sure of. So, I had to make her only want me. Need no one but me. I could do that and fucking enjoy every second of it.

She wasn’t leaving me. I wasn’t losing her. I’d been looking at it all wrong. My making her body need me would lock her to me. Give me the security that I’d always had with her.

Her soft whimper into my mouth was as sweet as her taste. Grabbing her waist, I lifted her until she wrapped her legs around me and I could press my throbbing dick into her panty-covered cunt. We needed to get those off too. Along with my jeans. This time, there would be nohead onlybullshit.

She grabbed the back of my head and tangled her fingers in my hair while I savored her, growing delirious with lust. Tearing my mouth off hers, I held her while walking back to her bedroom. Stalking over to her bed, I put her down onto the mattress, then pulled my shirt over my head, tossed it, then started unzipping my jeans while she watched me. I had to stop and pull off my boots, and then I shoved my jeans and boxer briefs down and kicked them aside.

“I don’t have a condom,” I said, knowing even if I did have one,there was no fucking way I would use it. I wanted her cunt bare. “Tell me you’re on birth control. If you’re not, just lie to me.”

She let out a small, breathy laugh. “I’m on birth control, and it’s not a lie.”

I honestly did not give one shit if she was or not. I just wanted inside her.

She dropped her gaze to my cock and sucked in a breath. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen it already, but it seemed the size was something that continued to surprise her.

“Get these off,” I said, grabbing the sides of her panties and tugging them down.

She lifted her bottom, and I slid them over her thighs and down her calves until I had them in my hand. Smirking, I tossed them over to where my jeans were. I was taking those to add to my collection of her panties I’d started.

“There are a lot of things I want to do to you. Many scenarios I’ve entertained in my head, but right now, I need to fuck you.”

Twenty-Nine

Noa

Two things I was sure of: I was awake, and I was about to have sex with Ransom. The list of things I didn’t know should be enough to stop this, but there wasn’t anything on this planet that could get me to put a halt to what was happening. I might not understand how he had gotten a copy of my key or why he was in my apartment, but I didn’t care. I was probably going to care later. But right now? Nope.

I also had condoms. Arden had left a box here, but there was no way they’d fit Ransom. The sizes weren’t even in the same ballpark. I didn’t think bringing up my ex-fiancé’s condoms was a good idea at the moment either.

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