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I think they all feel it too, this shift that’s happened at some point. But none of us have ever admitted it so clearly out loud.
“Ransom, I…”
My voice trails off. I have no idea what I want to say, and even if I did, the words are stuck in my throat. What do you say to a man who came into your life like a deadly shadow but treats you better than most of the people who were already in it?
But he just smiles, his gaze turning warm and affectionate. “I know, pretty girl.”
When he drops his head to kiss me, I’m ready for him, lifting my head off the pillow a little to meet him.
His mouth is hot and soft, his lips gentle against mine, but insistent too. It’s not like the hard, searing kiss I shared with Malice the night they met with the Donovan gang, but it makes me shiver all the way down to my toes.
Ransom braces himself on one hand and threads the other into my hair, tipping my head back so he can kiss me more thoroughly, the piercing in his tongue sliding against my tongue.
Pleasure and need burn through me, making it hard to do anything other than sink into the kiss and the man giving it. I’m falling into him—into all of them—forgetting about my life before I became wrapped up in this bubble with them.
It’s scary.
No, it’sterrifying.
My heart is racing, and it’s not just because I’m enjoying the kiss and anticipating what might be coming next. There’s still that part of me that wants to fight against losing myself so completely.
But it’s a small part, and Ransom soothes those fears with his tongue in my mouth, sliding and teasing against mine.
When he’s kissing me like this, it’s hard to focus on being afraid. It’s hard to focus on anything but him.
His mouth trails down from mine, his lips finding my jaw and then moving lower. He kisses my neck, and my skin heats up, pleasure flaring everywhere his mouth touches.
“You taste…” His teeth scrape my skin. “So…” He drags his tongue over my pulse point. “Fucking delicious.”
I gasp for breath, writhing underneath him, and when my hips push up a little, I can feel his cock again, hard and throbbing in his boxers.
Ransom presses his hips down against mine, grinding right against me. I have to close my eyes against the tide of pleasure that sparks in my veins, and my pussy aches for more. I’m so wet, flooding my panties with the need for him to touch me there. To make me come.
“God,” I whimper. “That feels…”
Every kiss, every touch, works me up even more, and I hear myself moaning Ransom’s name, squirming and trying to somehow get closer to him.
“You have no idea,” he whispers roughly as he pulls back a bit to look at me. His eyes burn, those ocean blue depths as dark as a stormy sea. “You have no damn idea what you do to me, pretty girl.”
“You do the same thing to me,” I breathe.
“Fuck, yes.”
He dives back in, and this time it’s his hands that do the roaming. He lifts up my shirt enough to bare my stomach to his gaze, and I feel his eyes devouring me hungrily. He drops a kiss to my belly that makes me shiver, and then he works my pants and underwear down enough that he can pull them off.
I swallow hard at being so exposed for him. The scars on my side that stretch down to my leg are right there on display, but as always, Ransom doesn’t flinch away. He doesn’t rear back in disgust or throw me out of bed the way I always thought someone would if they got me naked and saw the mess of my tormented skin.
Instead, he drops kisses along the line of burn scars, and even though the feeling is somewhat muted by the scar tissue, it makes me shiver all the same.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. “Fucking gorgeous.”
I moan softly, the last vestiges of fear falling away as desire infuses my whole body. My heart pounds in my chest, keeping time with the throbbing between my legs.
Ransom has a good view of my core now, wet and swollen, and when he reaches down into his boxers to pull out his cock, I gasp softly. It’s thick and hard, and there are a line of piercings running up the bottom of it. The piercings make his shaft look beautiful and monstrous at the same time, and suddenly, I want it inside me so fucking badly. I don’t care if it hurts. I don’t care if it splits me open. I just want to feel him.
But instead of driving into me the way he did in my dream, he presses his cock head gently between my legs, letting the rounded tip bump up against my pussy.
Even that feels amazing, sparking my nerves and sending ripples of pleasure up my spine.
