Making love to me.
An orgasm began to chase my last, and I moaned against his lips. His expression was hard and soft all at the same time as my nipples dragged against his chest with his close thrusts.
My fingernails dug into his waist as my climax built.
“I love you,” Ramsay suddenly murmured, holding my gaze. His next words were said with a groan of need and emotion. “Silver, I love you.”
My body reacted first, clenching around him tightly before pulsing with release. “Ramsay!” I cried, clinging onto him as he grunted with the strength of my orgasm. “I love you too!”
He took my hands, pinning them above me as he rose on his knees to drive into me a few more times before his release overwhelmed him. His bellow ricocheted across the room as he tensed before shuddering between my legs. His cock throbbed inside me, and I moaned with the sensation. And it kept throbbing until Ramsay finally collapsed over me with a long groan of utter satisfaction.
As I fought to catch my breath, I caressed my hand up the contours of his back until I cupped the nape of his neck. “You … you love me?”
Ramsay slowly lifted his head to study my face. He did it like I was the most precious thing he’d ever seen. It was the most unguarded expression I’d ever seen from him. “Of course I do. I have from the very beginning.”
Joy I didn’t think I’d ever feel again since losing my parents suffused me, and I laughed at myself and the sentimental tears that rushed to my eyes. “Me too,” I promised as he buried his face against my throat. I wrapped my arms tight around him, holding him to me like I never wanted to let go. “From the very beginning.”
49.Ramsay
Silver lay in my arms, her cheek to my chest, her fingers trailing up and down the ridge between my pecs. Akiva had finally ventured into the room and sprawled herself across the foot of the bed.
Utter repletion and contentment glued me to the mattress and to the woman in my arms.
“Ramsay’s an alias?”
The question surprised me, but it also didn’t. More than anything it surprised me it had taken her this long to ask. “Aye. But itwasmy middle name.”
“Will you tell me your birth name? I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
Only the agency knew my birth name. Yet I found myself replying, “Logan. Logan Ramsay Ferguson.”
“Oh.”
“What?”
“You … you’re definitely more of a Ramsay McRae than a Logan Ferguson.”
I chuckled. “Is that right?”
Silver nodded, her tone serious. “Yes. You will always be Ramsay McRae to me.”
I smoothed a hand down over her hip, her skin like warm silk beneath my calloused palm. “Aye, me too. This is the first place I ever really felt like me. The real me. So, aye. You’re stuck with me as Ramsay forever.”
“I know we got a little carried away during and post-sex … but, uh, we should probably talk about the forever stuff,” Silver whispered tentatively.
I tensed. “Meaning?”
“We haven’t spoken about what we both want. I know there’s an age gap so … I know it’s too soon to be talking about it, but I think we should know if there’s even a future for us before we get any deeper into this.”
At her nervous words, I tilted her chin to look into her eyes.
She seemed wary. Uncertain.
“Spit it out, angel.”
“I want kids,” she blurted. And then winced. “Not right away. But I want … I want a family.”
Ah.
