Our eyes met and held, and there was that electric spark that had existed between us from the very first moment we’d met.
Holding my gaze, Ramsay pulled off his Henley and threw it to the floor.
I sucked in a breath, breaking his stare to take in his strong, broad chest. His biceps were bulky and sculpted, as were his pecs. But he didn’t have some superhero eight-pack or even a six-pack. He was rock hard and defined, but in a manly, natural way. His chest was lightly furred and a happy trail led downward to what I knew was going to be a generous surprise waiting for me in his boxers.
He was sexy as fuck.
He was aman.
And when he unbuckled his belt slowly, pinning me in place with those wolf eyes, my inner muscles clenched with anticipation. My underwear was a goner.
Ramsay’s lips curled as if he could read what undressing in front of me was doing to my body. Cocky Scotsman.
The sound of his zipper seemed overtly loud and sexual, and I licked my lips, devouring him as he shoved down his jeans and boxer briefs and stepped out of them.
His cock …
I didn’t even know if I’d fit my hand around it.
It strained toward his abdomen, swollen and big.
Big man, big cock.
I clenched my hands into fists at my sides. “What now?”
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“Undress.”
One word. A command.
Guttural. Needful.
Oh yeah, my Scotsman was as turned on as I was.
Feeling playful, I hesitated. “You don’t want to do it?”
His eyes flashed. “Not tonight. Undress. Now.”
“And then what?”
“And then I’m going to prove to you that you don’t have a ‘me problem.’” He referred to my words earlier. “We all have different … tastes and needs. I like to be the one in control while we fuck. I like a woman to give up her control to me. It’s what gets me off.” He cocked his head in consideration. “But some people prefer to be the one giving up the control. Most people spend their days shouldering their world by themselves. Not having to think or lead when it comes to sex is a relief. To have their partner make the decisions for them. It’s what gets them off. And there are different levels of that.”
“Like … BDSM?”
“Aye.”
“Is that what you’re into?”
“I wouldn’t label myself as a dominant. I don’t live that lifestyle. But I have a wee bit of kink in me.” He flashed me that cocky grin. “Most folks do.Youdo. Take off your knickers. Now.”
Shivering at his command, I slowly rolled the lacy fabric down over my hips and legs.
“Give them to me.”
Biting my lip and squeezing my thighs together, I handed over the underwear.
As soon as his fingers touched them, Ramsay’s eyes heated. “Soaked. Do you know why?”
