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“Christ, Abby,” Ransom swears under his breath, his hands dropping from my waist, but I don’t let him pull back as I slide my hands up his chest and drape them over his shoulders. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. You’re right to set your boundaries. I’ll leave and give you space to get dressed.”
He’s not touching me anymore, giving me an out, and maybe I should to take it. Give us a little more time to get to know each other before we jump into anything, but I’m done waiting. We’ve spent three weeks circling each other, using all kinds of excuses to keep a distance between us.
No more.
His breath hitches when I rise on my tiptoes and brush my lips against his jaw, my head swimming with his warm scent as I kiss his throat.
“I don’t want you to go,” I whisper, my arms tightening around him as I rub my aching nipples against his chest but find no relief.
“I can’t stay here and not touch you. I respect your boundaries—”
“Those rules don’t apply to you. To us. I only insisted on those rules in the first place because I never really wanted Jack. But I want you.”
Christ, I should be mortified by the words coming out of my mouth but…this is Ransom. The man who spent nearly every day for three weeks in my room, anticipating my needs before I even understood them.
“Touch me.”
“Abby—”
“Please,” I whimper as the ache in my body grows unbearable. “Everything hurts. Please…touch me.”
A sigh escapes my mouth when he brings his hands up and slowly strokes my arms, skimming down to my waist. I whimper when those hands grab my butt and squeeze hard, causing my sex to flood with moisture.
“You undo me,” he rasps, his nose nudging mine in the most intimate of moves. “You wreck me, Abby.”
And then he kisses me.
Chapter Four
Ransom
It would take the combined will of all the saints to withstand the temptation posed by this girl, and I am no saint. I’m just a warm-blooded man who, despite having needs like anyone else, has always prided himself on having great self-control.
But damn, there’s no such thing as control when it comes to Abby. No such thing as control when someone so beautiful offers herself so innocently to a man at his wit’s end.
She completely wrecks me. Tears through my defenses and leaves me vulnerable, panting with desire for her like I never have for any woman before. When she looks at me with those eyes that hold more blue than gray—more calm than storm—Abby doesn’t just peel away the layers of my control; no, she rips them away as if they’re nothing. Leaves me helpless for her.
Please.
I sweep my fingers into her wet hair and slam my mouth down on hers with a sense of relief. A sense of finality after wanting her for so long. And she opens up for me so prettily, her hands dropping to my chest and fisting my T-shirt, pulling me closer against her, almost as if she wants to climb under my skin so there’s no space left between us. It’s a sentiment I share.
I want her.
Desperately.
More than air itself.
I can’t help the deep growl that climbs up my chest as I lick our tongues together, sinking deeper into the kiss and pulling out all her flavors. She tastes just as I imagined she would, and I react just as I knew I would, my hard cock aching for relief. Aching for me to take more, push for more, until we’re practically one.
I love you.
My throat aches with the need to say those words, but I swallow them down. It frustrates me that I can’t speak them, but I don’t want to scare her away. There is already one strike against me with the bombshell I dropped about my past. I don’t want to test my luck, so instead I pour my feelings into this moment, fingers tightening into her hair and tipping her head back as the kiss quickly turns wet and dirty, her little moans driving me to insanity.
Fuck, it’s tempting to push her against the wall, yank the little towel off her, and fuck her where we stand, but I hold back. Even so, I can’t stop the image of her legs wrapped around my waist, her warmth wrapped around my cock, moaning as I take her slow, claiming her with my words and kisses and then, my seed.
“We were supposed to wait until marriage.”
Christ, she’s a virgin.
