Page 8 of Satisfied
Sometimes he slips up and calls me sweetheart and…I let him. No, I welcome it. It’s insane, and it’s fast, but Christ, it feels right.
Yes, just like that, sweetheart.
“Oh!” My head falls back as I move my thumb faster over the nub, my breathing harsh and heavy. I roll my hips against my hand, trembling as a low pressure climbs up my sex, slowly threatening to explode. I ache…everywhere as, whimpering, I seek sweet release.
It’s close.
So freaking close I can almost feel it.
I close my eyes tightly and brace for it, rubbing harder and faster until…
A knock.
“Abby?”
My eyes snap open at Ransom’s voice, and I quickly pull my hand away from my aching sex, too panicked and guilty for the disappointment to set in. My eyes shoot to the door and I half expect it to open and for Ransom to walk in. With the way my sex is still pulsing and aching, heaven knows I might welcome him in. Let him take me…anything to soothe this ache he unknowingly caused.
“Ransom,” I call out, my voice and hands shaky even as I turn off the water and step out of the shower. I grab a towel andwrap it around my body before moving closer to the door. “Um, did you say something?”
“Yeah, I found some clothes that my sister, CJ, left behind when she moved out. I’ll leave them on the bed for you.”
“You did?” I whisper, touched. I have some clothes from the shelter, but not much, and the fact that Ransom cared enough to think of finding clothes for me makes my heart swell with affection. A feeling I’ve carried for the man from the moment I saw him. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll leave them on the bed and be in the kitchen if you need anything else.”
“Okay,” I say, slicking my hair back from my face and dropping my forehead against the door. I allow myself a few seconds for my racing heart to calm down, and I consider finishing what I started but decide against it. My head is too clear now, and I’m a little mortified at my thoughts and actions.
With a sigh, I open the door and step into the hallway where I bump right into Ransom just as he’s leaving the bedroom. My wet feet slip on the floor, so I brace for the pain, but I don’t fall. Ransom instinctively wraps his arm around my waist and steadies me, pulling me flush against him. My tits are pressed against his chest, and I can feel the hard beat of his heart, racing nearly as fast as mine.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asks, pulling back to look at me.
I nod, surprised that the towel held through the slip. “I’m fine,” I say, looking into those golden eyes, and just like that, I find it hard to breathe. Christ, he’s handsome. So tall and gorgeous with eyes that could tempt a nun into sinning. A mouth I’ve imagined kissing for weeks.
And he’s a thief.
A hacker.
He must have had a reason for stealing from the Rebels, right? Like Robin Hood, stealing from the bad guys to give to the poor.
Christ, it doesn’t seem to matter one bit why he did what he did. Whatever his reasons, there’s no denying that I want him to touch me. Here. Now.
“Abby,” he rasps, squeezing my waist, and the ache in my sex doubles. My nipples pebble against the towel, the friction driving me insane. “I should go, give you space to get dressed.”
“Yeah,” I respond, but neither one of us moves.
“I’ll be in the kitchen.”
“Okay.”
And still, his hand remains around my waist, those eyes darkening as they stare down at me. My breath hitches when his gaze drops from my eyes to my lips and stays there.
It was never this intense with Jack. His presence also sent my heart hammering, but for an entirely different reason. I always tried to evade his touch even when it was something as innocent as a hand on my shoulder, but this is different.
“We were supposed to wait until marriage,” I whisper, flushing when Ransom’s eyes shoot back to mine.
“What?”
“Jack and I never even kissed,” I say, my eyes dropping to that firm mouth. I realize now I was only using the marriage thing as an excuse to put off being with him like that. “He and I agreed that there would be no kissing, no touching, and no sex until the ‘I do’s.”
