Anticipation thrummed through me as I strode to the door to unlock it.
Silver smiled up at me from the doorway, her ridiculously bright SUV visible in the clearing behind her. It was a welcome sight.
“What are you doing here? Did you text?” I asked as she petted an excited Akiva.
“No.” She bit her lip, uncertainty flickering in her gaze as she gave Akiva one more rubdown and straightened. “I wanted to surprise you, so I made the crossing before the tide came in. I’m, uh, kind of stuck on your island with you again. Is that okay?”
Relief shuddered through me along with emotions too big to articulate. I flashed her a wicked grin before I swept her up into my arms to swing her inside, shutting the door with a kick of my boot.
Silver laughed, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I guess it’s okay.”
48.Tierney
Goodness, I’d missed this man in more ways than one. It had taken a supreme amount of self-control and love for London to put her first. Truthfully, focusing on getting her settled on the island, letting her grieve, was selfishly helpful for me too. It gave me time to think about Ramsay and what I wanted.
We needed to talk about the future and what we both wanted out of it.
But I wanted to try.
And that night I couldn’t wait anymore.
I left Taran and London watching a paranormal teen show on Netflix. I was relieved that my two friends had bonded quickly. It gave me some room to explore my feelings.
The plan was to talk to Ramsay.
But as soon as he swept me into his arms, I knew all of that could wait. Ineededhim.
Perhaps I expected his usual dominating, passionate,throw me on the bed and fuck me until I saw starsfare.
So, I was surprised when he gently lowered me to the foot of his bed. He held my gaze,hisintense and filled with desire and tenderness as he yanked off his shirt in one swoop of rippling biceps. Never looking away, making me breathless with his intensity, Ramsay kicked off his boots, then unzipped his jeans. He drew them and his boxer briefs down, tugging off his socks too.
My skin heated as I took in his masculine nakedness, my belly clenching deep and low. I’d seen him naked so many times, but I’d never get enough. And I wanted him to be the only man I ever saw naked again for the rest of my life.
Heart racing, I licked my suddenly dry lips as I looked at Ramsay’s impressive cock.
He stroked it, his gaze turning low-lidded as he turned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He placed his hands behind him, spreading his muscular thighs, his cock bobbing between them.
“Come to me, angel.”
I crossed to him, and he reached for me, gripping my waist in his strong hands. Ramsay coasted his palms down my back, over my ass, giving my cheeks a squeeze. “I’ve missed you,” he admitted gruffly.
Caressing his cheeks, feeling his close-trimmed beard prickle my palms, emotion thickened my throat as I whispered, “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
“Good,” he grunted, making me smile. “Boots off.”
I kicked them off, my breaths growing shallow with mounting lust. Then he unzipped my jeans, the zipper loud in the silence of the room. My belly clenched again and my wetness intensified. Steadying myself on his shoulders as Ramsay tugged down my jeans, I lifted each leg to help him discard them. Holding my gaze again, he slipped his thumb beneath my underwear, pushing against my clit.
I moaned, arching into the pressure.
“Always so wet for me, angel.”
“Yes.”
“Is it just for me?” he asked.
I opened my eyes at the territorial question. “Yes,” I promised. “Only you.”
Satisfaction hardened his expression as he wrapped his free hand around his cock. “Good. Because this is only for you.”
