But I still have doubts. “Can you really do this, though?” I gasp, breaking apart. “Tristan is still out there.”
“He is,” Ransome confirms. “And nobody’s talking, which is definitely still a problem.”
“Then how…?”
His jaw works for a moment. Whatever he’s about to say, he doesn’t like it, and I get the sense that I won’t either. “To keep everyone safe, this is going to have to be a secret.”
A secret. I’m still his dirty little secret.
“No.” As if reading my mind, he puts a finger on my lips. “I know what you’re thinking. None of that,dorogoya.This is happening. I ampakhanand I want to be with you, so it’s happening.”
I search his expression. His eyes. But the evasiveness I’d felt back in Montana, when he was still keeping a world of secrets from me, is gone now. Nothing but warm and open sky.
And love.
“Ransome…” My voice is barely a whisper. I’m so happy I can hardly speak. “I love you too.”
Luckily, there are no more words after that.
Our mouths crash together. Ransome picks me up, his hands under my thighs as I do my best to wrap my legs around him, though it’s hard with the baby bump. The other thing that’s hard is pressing right against me, and I am hungry for it.
Ransome carries me over to the couch. He lays me on my back and rips my satin pajama shorts from my legs, taking my panties with them.
“I haven’t showered,” I tell him. “I just woke up.”
“Good,” he growls as he comes to his knees, snaking his arms around my thighs and jerking my pussy towards him. His mouth covers me and he sucks before groaning into me. “Fuck me, baby girl. I love the way you taste.”
I gasp, grabbing the edge of the couch in my fist.
“I could eat you out all day,” he goes on.
“I’d be fine with that,” I breathe, my muscles tense against the teasing of his tongue.
“Oh, yeah?” I can feel him smirking against my skin. It’s so hot, it’s unreal. “I don’t think you could handle it.”
Against my better judgment, I accept the challenge. “Try me.”
Ransome’s eyes slice up to mine before growing dark.
Then he starts to lick. Slowly at first, from my clit to just south of my opening. He takes his time, tantalizing every nerve as he goes, swirling around every spot that he knows drives me wild. Then the tip of his tongue finds my clit and dances, suckling and flicking until an orgasm I didn’t even see coming barrels towards me, ripping through my body.
“Fuck,” I whimper, knowing in that instant that I have lost the battle. I let it consume me, ride every inch of it until I have nothing left in me, before I run my hand through his hair, the silent sign that I am finished and can’t take any more.
But Ransome doesn’t stop. Instead, he bears down on me again, his arms locked my hips in place right against his mouth, with no room for escape.
“Ransome,” I gasp.
“You’re not done,” he growls. “Not until I say you are.”
Next thing I know, his tongue is lashing against me again, with more vengeance than before. I cry out, writhing on the couch as another orgasm comes into view, even though I was sure there was no way.
I’ve underestimated him, it seems. But what’s new?
I toss and turn and buck against him as his mouth does beautiful, terrible things against me, making me gush and quiver and moan. His tongue presses flat against my clit, textured andhot and rough and he begins to suck hard. Hard enough to leave a hickey on my pussy.
And I come undone.
Ransome comes to his feet and wipes his mouth with his hand before stripping down. I am a puddle, still fighting my way out of the white light of ecstasy as I watch him stroke his rock-hard cock in front of me.
