Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(39)

"I don't feel strong."

"I know, but I need you to keep trying. I'm selfish, and my heart needs you to be ready for me."

"You are selfish," I mumble, even though I want to smile.

"You get me right here," he says, patting his chest. "Minka made sense in my head, but I never felt it in here. I never craved her the way I do you. I'm only selfish because you make me feel crazy in ways I can't handle."

"Stop blaming me for your problems," I say, grinning behind my hand.

"You're under my skin. Now I can't let you go."

"Pathetic," I say, laughing. "You're such a weak baby."

Leaning forward, he presses his lips against my smiling ones. My mouth opens after a second, and a moan rises inside me. Troy tugs me closer, his chest pressing against mine until I finally wrap my arms around him.

"I'll be less selfish once I get what I need," he murmurs, skimming my forehead with his lips.

"Sex?"

"No, not just sex. I want all of you. I want to know your every secret. I want to explore every inch of your body. I want you to forget every man except me. Once I have all of you, I'll be less selfish."

"I never want you to see me naked."

"Now you're just being mean."

Running my fingers through his soft blond hair, I love how my body responds again. The spreading heat between my legs empowers me.

"You can have me. You just can't look at me."

"Explain," he murmurs, sucking at my wrist.

"I don't like people looking at me. I don't want to be on display."

"I'm not people."

Yanking my arm away, I mutter, "You're not listening."

"I am. I'm just ignoring the parts I don't like."

Troy wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my stomach. When he looks up at me, I can barely breathe in the presence of such warmth. How can one man make me stronger and weaker at the same time?

My fingers play with his hair again. If he's mine, I want to keep him. Yet Troy has no patience for the eternity I might need to get strong enough for him.

Eyes burning, I hate the arousal from Troy nuzzling my waist. My mind imagines Locke watching me with his friends the way they did at his dinner parties.

Except Locke wouldn't want another man touching his Rose. Now I imagine him watching my body react to Troy's touch in a way I never could for Locke.

"Troy," I whisper, lifting his lips to mine. "Kiss me."

Hungry in a way that startles me, Troy's mouth consumes mine. His arms tighten around my back, allowing me not a hint of wiggle room. When I begin to fear his need, I imagine Locke watching. The psycho owned me for nine months, but I'm free now.

Troy senses my change or maybe he's still so riled up about another man sniffing around his conquest. I can't be sure, but I don't really care either. His kisses are hot, and my body reacts violently to the way he bites at my lower lip. I yank up his shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin.

My hand presses against his chest, feeling the hard fast beats of a man on the edge.

"No," I say when he tries to remove my skirt. "Just the panties."

A moment passes in his hungry blue eyes. I don't know if he'll push me or take only what I offer. Beneath the heat of his expression, I see compassion. Love maybe. Troy isn't a patient man, yet he'll wait for me.

Troy's lips suck at mine. His tongue tastes and claims. One hand slides up my skirt until his fingers meet my wet panties.

"You never fail to surprise me," he murmurs, sliding his thumb up and down the slit of my panties.

"You can take them off, but everything else stays on."

Troy gives me a naughty smile. "You're bossy when wet."

I share his grin while lifting my hips so he can slide off the panties. Troy tosses them on his shoulder before leaning forward and sucking at my lips. I slide farther down on the couch, my wet center searching for the fingers I feel crawling lazily up my thighs.

A moan escapes my lips as his knuckle grazes my clit. Troy smiles, his mouth on my jaw before skimming the flesh of my neck. He latches onto my pulse and sucks deeply. My eyes close as his index and middle fingers slide deeper inside me.

"Troy," I whimper.

"No one sees you this way ever again. I'm claiming you, Darla. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I say without believing him.

His thumb makes perfect little circles against my clit while his fingers press into me faster and deeper until my hips f*ck his hand wildly. The pleasure is so close that I nearly reach out to grab it. Troy doesn't relent. Thrusting harder, he forces me over the edge and gives me my first orgasm in years.

Panting with relief, I pull him closer and devour his lips. He's gorgeous and sexy as hell, but Troy is more. He's the man I always dreamed of yet never truly believed was real. Locke made me hate touch, and now I feel starved for it.

Releasing his lips, I push Troy back. "Lie down," I whisper, running my hands over his chest.

Troy looks uncertain. Is he afraid? Does my hunger frighten this trained killer? My smile infects Troy, making him pliable under my hands. I tug open his jeans, surprised he hasn't broken himself loose already. His cock springs free, desperate for my touch. I stroke him steadily until the thick muscle is unbearably rigid.