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“Me too,” she breathes against my mouth. “I always want you, even at the most inconvenient times. I can’t seem to stop.”
“Now’s a convenient time,” I say, grinning. I hold her close to me as I climb to my feet and carry her out of the living room. “More than convenient, it’s perfect.”
Chapter Nine
Abby
It’s fast and it’s sudden. Perhaps a little too soon to declare undying love to a man I’ve known for less than one month.
But for a moment back there, when I believed I was going to lose him, my heart nearly caved. It was a terrifying thought, with a promise of an even more terrifying future.
My heart is now racing for an entirely different reason, and the tears in my eyes are not bitter. I hold on to him as he lowers us to the bed, kissing him back like my life depends on it. And maybe it does.
“I love you,” I breathe, pushing back to look at him. The tears in my eyes cause his face to swim in front of me. “I was pissed off, but more than that, I was scared.”
“I know, baby,” he rasps, leaning down and brushing his lips over my wet cheeks. My eyes clear when the tears fall, and I read the affection in those golden eyes. His throat works as he stares down at me, and I question how, even for a second, I doubted this man’s feelings for me. He looks at me like I hold the answers to all the mysteries in the universe. Like I’m the most precious thing in his life. I hate that, for a moment, I let my own fears and insecurity cloud that.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he whispers, kissing my eyes. “It’s my mistake for not making things clear before, but I’ll set the record straight. I love you, and you are it for me, Abby Chester.”
My heart swells with affection and my body arches toward him. I smile, pushing up and offering my mouth, and he takes it with such hunger it sends my toes curling with pleasure. His mouth moves hotly over mine as he slides his hand under the T-shirt I borrowed from his closet. He traces his fingers up my body, cupping my naked breasts in his palm, stroking my pebbled nipple with his thumb. I whine into the kiss, wrapping my legs around his hips and holding him in place as he rolls his erection over my sex. There are way too many clothes between us. I want him inside of me.
“Want you,” I whimper, rocking up to meet his thrusts, heat flooding my sex almost to the point of pain.
It should be illegal to want something this much. To want someone this desperately. I wanted him inside of me when he left earlier tonight, and now I want him with a desperation unlike anything I have felt before.
“Need to taste you, baby,” he growls, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my cheek and lick at my tears. “Going to taste you first, get you all wet and ready for my cock.”
“I’m ready now,” I pant, reaching between us to pop his button, but that’s as far as I get before his hand grabs my wrists and brings them over my head, holding me in place.
“What’s the hurry?” he whispers, shoving his face into my neck, his teeth nipping and scraping down my throat. “Let me love you. Patience, sweetheart.”
“I need you now, Ransom, please.”
“And you’ll have me,” he says as he trails his free hand over my aching breasts and pinches a sensitive bud between his knuckles, driving me mad with his touch. “Right after I have you.”
“Ransom…oh!” I cry out when his mouth drops to my breast, sucking on a nipple through the T-shirt, so slowly it’s almost torture. I tug at my hands, struggling to release the hold he has on my wrists, but he tightens his grip, keeping me in place as his mouth teases my nipple until it’s sensitive and I’m trembling. “I want to touch you.”
“Let me touch you first,” he groans, tugging up the T-shirt to my neck and exposing my naked breasts, beaded and aching. His eyes flare seconds before his mouth drops over a nipple and my back arches off the bed when his mouth closes around it in hot suction. My gaze wavers and white spots dance at the corners of my eyes as pleasure floods me.
“Oh God!” I sob, my sex pulsing painfully from the emptiness. I roll my hips to meet his, but he denies me even that as he pulls back to trail his mouth down my body. His ragged breath grazes over my sensitive skin, stopping when his mouth is inches away from my sex.
“Christ, you’re perfect,” he says, gripping my knees and pushing them open. I blush as the move exposes more of my sex, wet and dripping with arousal for a man I can’t seem to stop wanting. “It’s never been like this with anyone before. I never wanted to please a woman as much as I want to please you.” His eyes lock on mine as he leans down and slides his tongue over the wet valley of my sex. My back arches off the bed with a sob and my eyes threaten to close. “No, look at me. I want your eyes on mine when I pleasure you.”
“It’s too much.”
“Eyes on me,” he says, the hand rubbing the back of my knee driving me just as insane as the one holding me in place. “Don’t look away.”
His eyes remain on mine when he leans down and slides his wet tongue up the center of my sex. I choke back a sob, writhing helplessly when he starts moving like a man possessed,licking and sucking at my sex, teasing the swollen bud until I’m sobbing for release. I keep my eyes on him, glazed and unseeing, but they stay on him as he takes everything.
My heart, my breath…my sanity.
He leaves me with nothing but intense pleasure that my brain can barely make sense of. He’s a drug, one that pushes my body beyond its limits, and I let him. Heck, I have no defenses against a man who wants me as desperately as this outlaw. And when the promise of release comes, I’m helpless to stop the storm that waves through my system.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he growls, his mouth closing hotly over my clit, sucking roughly at the bud until I have no choice but to obey his order. A scream tears out of my lungs as that sinful tongue laps eagerly at me until I’m a trembling mess.
“Oh…Ransom!”
