Page 86 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
“I don’t.” I know what I’m hoping to hear but…
“It’s your birthday. You’re eighteen now.”
My breath catches. “And you came for me?” Like you promised?
“I warned you I would, baby girl. Are you ready? I know you weren’t counting on danger, so if it’s too much…”
“Is what you’re doing illegal?”
“You really want the answer to that question right now?”
Will it change my decision? “No. You’ll protect me.”
I believe that all the way down to my bones. Maybe that’s naive and I should be terrified, but it’s Ransom, so I’m not. Besides, if he was nothing but a hard-core criminal, would he have waited to touch me until it was legal?
“I will—with my life. But you’re an adult, so I’m letting you decide what happens next between us.”
“What if I say no?” Like I even could.
His face twists with pain. “Then I’ll walk away for good. I’ll still be in your shadows because I can’t stand not getting an eyeful of you every day. But you won’t see me.”
“Have you been watching me?”
“How do you think I knew where you work? I know where you live, too. I especially like that thin tank top and those fucking too-tight panties you wear to bed.”
Knowing he’s been in my room and watched me sleep shouldn’t excite me, but heat jets through my veins. My nipples peak. Blood rushes between my legs. “I don’t understand.”
“I haven’t been the same since I first set eyes on you. I’m obsessed with you. I’m in love with you. I want to know everything about you.”
His face tells me that’s not all he wants.
“And if I say yes?”
Ransom may not be touching me, but he’s still all over me. His dark eyes, framed by brutally short hair and the stubble that rides his sharp jaw, see through me. His heat envelops me until I shudder. His scent—reeking of leather, blood, and testosterone—fills my head, crowding out my thoughts. His exhalations caress my lips until I can hardly think of anything but pressing them against his again. And when he lifts his hand to me, knuckles drifting down my cheek, sparks ping through my body.
“I’ll get you naked, take you to the first fucking bed I find in this place, and shove every inch of this”—he grabs my hand and guides it to the steely erection behind his zipper—“inside you. Then I’ll ride that finally legal pussy raw until you know who you belong to.”
I press my thighs together, but it’s useless. I want too much. It’s hard to breathe. It’s beyond difficult to think. It’s impossible to say no. “Ransom…”
“That’s not going to relieve your ache, baby girl.” He wraps his arms around me and lifts me onto the nearby island, spreading my legs and stepping between them.
“I know.” And I do. When I tried masturbating him out of my system, the need only grew.
“I can make it better. But you need to answer me before I touch you. Yes or no?”
“What about you? You’re injured and?—”
“These scratches?” He thumbs at the bandage on his neck and lifts his arm to stare at the wound I patched up there. “It’s going to take a lot more than these to keep me from you.”
“Does this mean anything besides sex?”
He frowns. “You think I just want to fuck you?”
Even when he says the words, I get hot, but I have to focus. This is my future. “Don’t you?”
“That’s not all I want from you, Havana. I want your heart. I want you to want mine, too. I want us to make a future. The sex will simply be the icing on the cake.”
All the things I crave—that I’ve fantasized about—with him. “Yes.”
