“Okay.” I swallow hard as he teases my opening without actually putting his finger inside of me. Normally, he probably would, but considering I’m pregnant and we’re under water, it’s probably not the best idea. Still, if he would just get to the point…
“You’re going to trust me, then?”
I nod. Wiggle my body in hopes of his finger hitting the right spot. Of course, Ransome is not a dense man—he knows what I’m doing.
So he strokes again, purposely missing my clit by a millimeter.
“Ransome…” I plead.
“Say it,” he snaps. “Say you trust me.”
“I trust you,” I whisper.
Those words must be the secret password or part of it, because finally, his pointer finger grazes my clit. It sends a jolt through my body and heat through my thighs.
But he isn’t giving me everything yet.
“Why do you trust me?” he asks, and I can feel his finger hovering.
“Because I’m yours,” I say, and those are the words. The other half of the password that earns me that finger.
And it is glorious.
My hands grip his legs. My nails dig into his skin. His finger flutters over my clit, knowing exactly where and how to work its magic.
“Who do you belong to?” he demands again.
“You,” I moan as he continues to flick and rub. My hips are literally grinding against his hand. I need more. I need him to keep going, to keep teasing, to get me off.
I. Need. To. Come.
“Ransome,” I beg.
“Are you going to come for me,kotyonek?” he asks, clearly amused.
“I’m trying,” I say as I writhe in the water.
“Don’t fucking try,” he growls. “Do it.”
The moment his words come out of his mouth, his fingers begin to move. And I go from riding the edge to thrusting over the top of it.
“Oh fuck!” I let out. “Oh God. Don’t stop!”
“Is someone having multiple orgasms?” he teases.
“Fuck…”
He continues to flick until I am arched over him. The orgasms—yes, plural—ripple through me over and over again.
Turns out, forgetting my problems isn’t so hard after all.
31
RANSOME
“Your coffee, Mr. Rozanov.” Amara hands me the steaming cup, our eyes locked.
She is wearing a form-fitted emerald green dress. Granted, most things are form-fitted right now with that belly of hers. But in my mind, that only adds to how sexy she looks carrying my baby. It’s impossible for her to hide it, even if she wanted to.
