“Y-yes,” she whispered, her thoughts scrambled; it was all light and color.
“Tell me you want me to do this.” His tongue did wicked things to her breast, and she forgot to breathe.
He paused, but only long enough to turn his attention to her other breast. “Tell me you want more.”
“More.” The word never left her lips, but she was certain it formed there as all the breath left her at the hot, needy sensation humming through her at his touch.
He let out a low groan; it was primal, it was hungry, and her body caught fire at just the sound. “Tell me you want me to touch you here.”
His hand slid along her most private area, the area she never even named out loud, and instinctively she spread her legs just slightly, arching her hips into his touch, her body shivering with need.
“Do you want this?” He nipped her breast, his breath hot and demanding.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Say my name,” he demanded, sliding his fingers inside of her, teasing her core, making her body sing like a siren call.
“I—I—”
“Say it,” he demanded, suckling her breast and sliding his fingers deeper.
“Lor—”
“No. My name, damn it. I want to hear it on your lips. I want to hear you say it with the breathless passion that’s slowly killing me with need. I want to hear you cry my name when you experience your first pleasure. My. Name.” His whisper was urgent, hot, unrelenting, and nearly mad with desire.
“Ramsey,” she murmured, then said it again, just because it tasted so good on her lips.
Ramsey’s mouth was demanding on her breast, his fingers urgent as he called, “Come for me.”
His fingers surged forward, and her body snapped with the pleasure, a thousand fragments of light splintering from within her as her body came alive, pulsating from within.
“Dear Lord.” She whispered the prayer, because surely she was somewhere suspended between heaven and earth, floating downward like a feather.
First, she was aware of her breathing, the pounding of her heart as if she had run a great distance. Then she noted the tingling sensation in her limbs, as if they had been thoroughly relaxed and were almost waking up from a deep sleep. She was completely sated, completely and delightfully happy.
Second, she noted the labored breathing of Ramsey as he pressed his head against her heart, listening. His body was tight, and she realized he had not experienced the same . . . release, as she had. It was a pity, but she was also aware that she might not have survived the experience if there wasmorethan what they had just shared. At least not for her first time, perhaps.
And then it hit her.
Her first time . . . did that mean therewouldbe more?
Good Lord, she hoped so. She wanted more. And soon, please. Would it be terrible to ask? She was a lady after all, even if she didn’t behave as such.
Then another though hit her,wasshe still a lady?
She had given herself to him in the way only a wife should give herself to her husband. And they were most certainly not married.
They weren’t even courting.
He’d kissed her, but that didn’t signify . . .
Her body started to tighten up as she thought about it more.
“Stop.”
She blinked and then waited for Ramsey to continue the rest of his statement.
“Stop worrying. I didn’t completely ruin you.”
