I do as she asks, grinding against her.
She sighs—a sexy, needy sound that floats across the charged air. “I want you too. But what are we doing, Ransom?”
Those words.
Those hard, heavy words.
Heavy enough to bring this night to a screeching halt.
What are we doing?
I’m doing everything I vowed I wouldn’t do.
And yet . . .
“What do you want to do?” I ask, my breath coming fast as I still my hands. “Because I don’t want to keep my hands off of you. But if you want me to stop, say the word and I will.”
“I want all this,” she says, toying with the knot on my tie. “Badly.”
I lean in and steal a kiss. I savor it—the taste of her, the feel of her.
“But?” I ask as I pull back. “Because I hear a ‘but’ in there.”
“But I don’t want this to change anything,” she says, then shrugs. “Which sounds stupid. Or crazy.”
I smile like she’s just handed me the world. “It sounds perfect.” I thread my hands through her hair, letting the soft strands spill over my fingers as I meet her gaze. “Let’s make a deal. Let’s do this, and let’s do it the right way. So it ruins nothing.”
“We can do that,” she says, unknotting my tie, freeing it from the collar. “We can stay friends. We can have one night.”
“We absolutely can,” I groan as she works open the top shirt button, and I slide my hands to the back of her dress. “We can so do this.” I find the zipper and glide it down, tooth by metal tooth.
Each click of the zipper unlocking turns me on.
Each shudder from her arouses me more.
The prospect of having her the way I’ve wanted is driving me wild with lust. “T,” I begin as she undoes another button.
“Yeah?” Her voice is dreamy, feathery.
“If I’d met you at a bar all those months ago, I’d have taken you home that night. I’d have had you naked and under me, naked and over me, naked and any way you want.”
The long, sexy sigh that falls from her lips is so damn enticing.
She glances down at her clothes. “Keep going, Ransom. Because I’d have wanted that too.”
Kicking the moment up ten notches, I move quickly, like this is a play on the ice and I need to get down to the net.
There’s an opening, and I seize it.
I yank the zipper, driven by need, by this intense desire thrumming in my veins.
“I didn’t think you were interested,” she says quickly, feverishly, her fingers undoing my buttons at a frenzied pace.
I scoff. “I was interested from the moment I met you.” I slide the dress off her arms, then lower the material to her waist. Drawing in a deep breath, I drink in the sight of Teagan in a pale pink bra, all lacy and see-through, revealing her nipples. Dear God, those are perfect dusky-rose nipples. “And I am very interested in taking this off you right the fuck now.”
In seconds, I unhook the bra, groaning lasciviously as I free her beautiful breasts.
“The only thing that stopped me was . . .” But I can’t talk anymore, because I need my mouth full of these beauties.
Or really, one of them, because you can’t truly have two boobs in your mouth at once.
Shame, that.
But there’s nothing shameful about this.
I cup her right breast in my hand, cover her left with my mouth, and draw her nipple between my lips, kissing and sucking and licking.
There.
That works for some two-handed breast action.
Her hands move to my hair, threading through the strands. “I was interested too. So much. So damn much. I wanted you all the time.”
Her words torch me. They turn me on more and more. Higher and higher. And I have got to get her naked and get inside her.
I let go of her breasts and do what I’ve wanted to do since the moment I met her. I scoop her up in my arms.
She laughs. “I’m half undressed,” she says as I carry her across the living room to my bedroom.
“And that’s a big fucking problem that I’m about to solve,” I say, setting her gently on the bed, sliding off her heels.
“And this is a big problem, Ransom,” she says, flapping her hand in my direction. “You are far too dressed.”
I stand, shuck off my shirt, then undo my pants.
“Hold on,” she says, sticking out a stop-sign hand.
I huff. I do not want to stop. But if I have to, I will. Obviously. “What is it, sunshine?” I ask, that term of endearment falling from my tongue automatically. I didn’t plan to call her that. But it fits her. For all the shit she’s been through, this woman is like the sun. She’s bright and cheery, bold and outgoing, and sexier than anyone I’ve ever met. “You okay?”
