She keeps talking, and I just let her voice wash over me, soothing the frayed nerves from earlier being away from her. I hate being away from her.
"Mhm," I murmur, only half-listening as I watch her lips move. Her mouth is fucking perfect—plush and pink and always saying shit that makes me either want to laugh or bend her over the nearest surface.
Right now, it's definitely the latter.
I lean my head back against the couch and pull her toward me, capturing her mouth with mine. My hand threads through her hair, gripping the silky strands at theback of her head while my thumb finds its place at the center of her throat. I can feel every little vibration, every swallow, every catch in her breath as I deepen the kiss.
She moans into my mouth, and I can feel it pulse through my touch, down my arm, straight to my cock. I tighten my grip in her hair, angling her head exactly how I want it, taking complete control of the kiss.
When I finally pull back, her pupils are blown wide, just a thin ring of hazel around the black. Her lips are swollen, and her chest rises and falls rapidly.
"You weren't listening to a word I said, were you?" she asks, but there's no heat behind it.
"I was listening," I defend myself, stroking the delicate skin of her throat. "Penn's building a bitchy-badass-Blackwood castle and teaching the twin heathens to be little murderers. I got it."
She rolls her eyes but smiles. "You're impossible."
"And yet here you are," I say, pressing my a little more firmly against her throat, just enough for her to feel it. "Sitting on my lap, getting wet for me."
Her breath catches, and I know I'm right. I can feel the heat of her through her leggings, against my pants.
"Don't be so fucking full of yourself," she says, but her voice has that breathless quality that tells me exactly how turned on she is.
I slide my free hand from her thigh to cup her ass, pulling her more firmly against me. "Why not? You're the one who's going to be full of me later."
She smacks my shoulder and narrows her eyes. "Knock itoff. You'll get nothing if you don't show me your new tattoo."
"What new tattoo?" I try to play dumb, but she's not having it.
"Don't bullshit me, Ramsey. You literally have your hand wrapped." She shifts back on my thighs, crossing her arms. "It's also rude as fuck that you got it without me."
I can't help the slow grin that spreads across my face. "Baby, you caught the itch, huh? Wanting more ink now?"
"Maybe," she admits, her fingertips tracing the visible tattoos on my forearms. "But that’s not the point."
"I promise, not another one without you." I squeeze her thigh. "It was just spur of the moment after I helped Nico with something else."
She raises an eyebrow, waiting.
Sighing, I pull my hand back from her ass and carefully peel off the thin wrapping from my wrist and hand. The skin is still red and slightly raised, but the design is clear—a friendship bracelet tattoo with her name inked precisely where I always wear the one she made me four years ago. Next to it, extending into the web between my thumb and index finger, is the North Star constellation, tiny dots connected by delicate lines.
Her breath catches. She traces her finger just above the irritated skin, not quite touching.
"Rams..." she whispers, and there's something in her voice that makes my chest tighten.
"The bracelet you made me is falling apart," I explain, feeling suddenly exposed. "I wanted something permanent."
She looks up at me, eyes shining. "And the constellation?"
"You're my north star," I say simply. "Always have been."
The words hang between us, heavy with everything I'm not saying. That she's the only thing that guides me, keeps me from becoming the monster I sometimes fear I am. That without her, I'd be fucking lost.
"Ramsey." She says my name like a prayer, then leans forward to press her lips gently against the tattoo.
My cock throbs in my jeans at the soft touch of her mouth on my skin. I thread my fingers through her hair, tugging her head back so I can see her face.
"I like seeing my name on you," she says, voice low. "Marking you as mine."
