This time when I brushed my mouth over his, I let my tongue touch his lips.
Suddenly I was on my back, his weight over me as he slammed his mouth over mine.
His tongue pushed into my mouth, licking mine in a kiss that had gone from barely there to full-on erotic. Ramsay McRae kissed me like he wanted to fuck me.
I groaned, my fingers sliding into his hair to pull him deeper, to kiss him back as thoroughly as he kissed me. My thighs parted, inviting him between them.
The hard heat of his arousal pushed against me, and I moaned as a flood of wet dampened my underwear. I’d never been this turned on in my life.
Ramsay ripped his mouth from mine, his breathing ragged as he gaped at me, shocked.
“Don’t stop.”
“Too complicated,” he muttered, even as he glowered at my swollen mouth like he wanted to taste me again.
“I don’t want complicated either,” I said. “I … I want … an escape.”
“You promise?” He searched my eyes. “You promise you understand what this is? And what it isn’t?”
“I do.” My chest heaved with excitement. “Please.”
Ramsay bowed his head, taking a deep, ragged breath. “Not here.”
No!
“Ramsay …”
He lifted his head. “I’m not fucking you in this bed.”
Frustration ripped through me. “Then you’re going to have to bear witness to me getting myself off because I’m about to explode over here.”
I was just as surprised as he was by my forthright words.
His lips curled at the corners. “I think I can help you out with that.”
Shivering with want, I let out a sigh of relief as he tugged at the button on my jeans. My hips undulated into him as he pulled down the zipper and my belly rippled with anticipation at the feel of those calloused fingertips on my skin.
My hands curled into his shirt, tightening around the fabric as he dove beneath my underwear and hit wet.
Ramsay grunted, tensing against me. “You’re fucking soaked, woman.”
“Mmm.” I arched my hips eagerly.
“From a kiss?” He pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth as his fingers found my swollen clit.
“I want you,” I had no shame in admitting.
His groan filled my ears a second before it rumbled down my throat as he crushed his mouth over mine. He kissed me like it would be the last time. Thoroughly, hungrily. Fucking me with his mouth as his thumb rubbed over the slickened bundle of nerves between my legs.
The scent, feel, and sound of him overwhelmed my senses, and it didn’t take long for the tension coiling inside me to build toward its breaking point.
I broke our kiss to pant, “I’m going to come.”
“I want to feel it,” he purred as he traveled downward to push inside me. His fingers were so thick, I could only imagine what his cock would feel like.
The very thought sent me over the edge and my orgasm ripped through me, my inner muscles clenching and unclenching around him as he finger-fucked me.
“Silver,” Ramsay growled against my lips, murmuring my nickname over and over as he thrust in and out while I continued to shudder around them.
