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“Again!” he growls, and my back bows off the bed when he slides one thick digit into me and then another, teasing my clit with his thumb as he fingers my sex in rough, nearly brutal thrusts.
I orgasm with a sob, my hips rearing off the bed as the wild sensation rolls through me, but he’s not done. He climbs up my body, those golden eyes on mine when he releases my hands. I watch dazedly as he lowers his zipper and yanks down his pants and boxers before taking his massive cock into his hand. I’m panting when he lowers himself between my legs, trembling, aching to feel him inside of me. His eyes are hot with need, and I want more than anything to give him as much pleasure as he gives me.
I reach up and cup his jaw, trailing my fingers delicately over his face and down to his chest. “I love you.”
His eyes soften a little, but the feral look in them stays. He grips my thigh, and with eyes watching me, slams his hardness into me. “Now you can have me.”
My drenched sex clenches hotly around him, and we take each other. His mouth presses against mine as he hammers into me, and every thrust sends the headboard slamming into the wall. I hold him tight as his shaft strokes into my wetness, letting him seek his pleasure in me, taking everything he pours into me and loving every second of it.
“I lose control around you,” he breathes against my lips. “Every time I touch you…slide my cock into your tight little pussy, fuck!” His fingers tighten on my hip. “I lose all sense of control. You strip it away from me like no one ever has.”
“That’s because you do the same for me.”
“Fuck, baby, I need…” His words trail off as he pulls back, and I whine when he completely pulls out. He rolls me over onto my stomach and pulls me to my knees, and I barely have time to adjust to the new position before he’s entering me again.
“Oh!” I whimper, burying my face into the pillows as the new position has him sinking deeper into me, filling and stretching me completely with his girth. “Oh God!”
There are no words, not anymore. Only the wet and obscene sounds of our lovemaking as he holds my waist steadily, thrusting harder and faster into me, his slick flesh sliding against mine in the most erotic of moves.
He’s close. I can tell by the way his breathing grows choppy. By the way, his movements become jerky, more fevered. I brace for his explosion, but he leans forward and brings his hand between my legs, stroking my clit in rough circles until I’m tripping into yet another orgasm.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls as his muscles seize against mine, a second before he floods me with spurt after spurt of his hot seed. My fingers clench and release over the covers as we come apart together, my sex pulsing rhythmically around him as he pours into me. “Fuuuck!”
It’s exhilarating, feeling his body strain against mine and hearing the rawness in his voice, knowing that I did that. For him. To him.
His body goes slack against mine after a moment, and we both fall onto the bed, panting like we just ran a marathon. A shiver rolls down my back when he kisses my shoulder, the affection sweet after the dance we just did.
“Are you okay, Abby?” he asks, once our breathing has come back to normal. “I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”
“You were perfect,” I whisper, turning my head so I can look at him, smiling when I see the satisfied look in his eyes. “You’re always perfect.”
Something crosses over his gaze that raises alarm bells in my head. He rolls to his side and I follow suit so we’re staring at each other. “Our little misunderstanding tonight has me thinking.”
I flush at the memory of it all, questioning what flowers are used when one wants to apologize for being a jerk. Chelsea didn’t deserve the way I acted tonight, and she deserves all the flowers I can find. “God, I’m so embarrassed. What flowers does your sister like the most?”
“She loves them all, but I wasn’t talking about CJ,” he says, bringing his thumb to caress my cheek. I move slightly to kiss it. “I was talking about us. I don’t like how I left you questioning your place in my life.”
“Ransom, that’s not—”
“I want you to marry me.”
Chapter Ten
Ransom
I try not to think about it.
The negative results I’ve been getting for days keep slipping back into my mind. The search for Abby’s ex hasn’t borne any fruit for either me or Hound. As the club’s tracker, his attention has been split with other duties, but the time he’s invested in looking for Jack Midfield has gone unrewarded. My strength lies in technology, and the jerk seems to know this as he has turned off all his devices, making it nearly impossible to pin down his location.
The knot in my stomach tightens at the thought of the man biding his time and waiting to catch Abby alone before making his move. I grip the steering wheel hard, trying to think of ways I can get that fucker before he gets to the woman I love. The one I intend to commit the rest of my life to.
Her response to my marriage proposal a few nights ago was a promise to give me an answer once Jack Midfield was out of our lives. I told her, “Challenge accepted.”
But it’s incredibly frustrating that I can’t put into practice the one thing I’m good at and get rid of that jerk once and for all. What’s even more annoying is the fact that I suspect the man has been keeping track of Abby. I haven’t seen that black car since the last time I picked her up after work, but something about that car still bothers me.
“You seem distracted.”
Abby’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I turn to look at her. Her dark hair is a silken shadow against the car’s dim interior. Her eyes, wide and bright, stare at me in concern. The lines of worry etched on my face smooth out and the tension unravels, replaced by a sudden fierce protectiveness.
