Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(49)

"Vern's decorator picked the furniture."

"Oh, then I stand corrected," he says, giving me a wink.

I force a little smile. He looks comfy on the bed, and I sense I'll be comfy too. I can't move, though.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Irritation breaks through my stupor. "Don't call me 'baby' please."

"Sugar?"

"You sound like a diner waitress."

"Honey?"

"Same thing. Might as well tell me to 'kiss your grits' next."

Troy laughs while stretching out on the bed. "Pumpkin?"

"Only if we're doing age play, and I'm calling you 'Daddy.'"

"Yeah, I don't see that happening, darling."

"That one you can keep."

He gives me a soft smile betrayed by his hungry eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Yes."

"Are you lying?"

"Yes."

Troy rolls over on his back and stares at the ceiling. "Even though it's f*cking unfair, I promise to get buck naked while you wear whatever you want to wear."

Studying him, I say nothing until he glances at me. Our gazes meet, and I believe he won't push me too far. Troy understands I'm f*cked up, yet he still can't get enough. I wonder if that means he's falling in love with me too.

I step out of the bathroom, wearing my floor-length flannel nightgown. Troy's gaze never leaves my face.

"Why are you scared?"

"I thought too much about what could go wrong."

"Worried about leg cramps, darling?" he teases while rolling off the bed.

I stare at him, saying nothing. He's gorgeous, and I know he'll be gentle. I'm scared, though.

A small smile lingering on his lips, Troy cups my face and studies me. "I got the hiccups the first time I had sex."

Grinning, I run my fingers through his dark chest hairs. "How did that workout?"

"Well, the girl laughed at me. I guess it's better than having her laugh at my dick."

"I actually got a leg cramp the first time I had sex. The lazy bum made me be on top, even though I was a virgin, and he was a slut."

"Did you come?"

"Not with him. An hour late at home, I did."

Troy's smile widens. "I like thinking about you making yourself come. Was it dark in the room?"

Nodding, I step closer until we're only an inch apart.

"Did you use your fingers?"

Nodding again, I smile at his hungry expression.

"Did you lick them first?"

"Yes, just like you did with me."

Troy groans quietly at the memory of us in the living room. He leans down and sucks at my lips for only a moment before whispering, "I want to taste you again."

"Please."

"Is that a 'yes please?' Or a 'no please?'"

"Yes please."

Troy wraps an arm around me, guiding me to the bed while his lips suck at mine. When my tongue licks at his lips, he moans again and sucks it.

My body acts sex starved. Nipples hardening, belly tightening, and * warming, I can't remember why I was so afraid. What could possibly keep me away from this man?

Troy doesn't rest me on my back. He wants me to crawl onto the bed, so my butt is in the air. I don't like the idea of being exposed, but I realize he can touch me easier without taking off my nightgown. Sexy and smart, Troy has a plan.

Still a bit nervous, I rest on my elbows and cradle my head in my hands. My nightgown remains down around my thighs as Troy kisses my covered back and hips. When he lifts the fabric, I inhale sharply. Troy's breath on my * quickly erases my fears. I'm so wet already, and he hasn't even touched me yet.

Troy fingers slide down my slit, gently spreading the hot flesh. I close my eyes and shiver at the way my body needs so little to burn into overdrive. With Troy, I am oversexed.

His tongue slides up the slit, stopping only to tease my *.

"No," I moan, but I don't mean no.

"Stop no or..."

"Don't stop," I clarify immediately.

I hear Troy laugh quietly at my desperate tone. Knowing I'm putty in his hands, he wants me to remain that way. Deeper and deeper his tongue slides into me. Sucking on my clit, his lips bring me close before he licks again. Troy doesn't want me to lose control just yet.

His fingers find a perfect rhythm against my clit while he drowns in my wet *. I nearly come a dozen times before he finally allows me to submit. His fingers now thrust steadily into my * while his thumb teases my *, Troy sucks at my clit until I tear at the sheets and struggle not to scream in relief. The orgasm hits me hard, reaching an almost unbearable peak before settling into hot waves of pleasure.

"Tell me you're a goddess," he says, leaning over me now.

Smiling, I suck his wet fingers into my mouth and taste the pleasure he gave me.

"I'm a goddess. You're a miracle."

Troy kisses my cheek before nuzzling my hair. "I want to make you come again."

I feel his erection between my legs. He remains patient even while aching for relief. Troy needs me to say yes.

Smiling at him over my shoulder, I whisper, "I want to feel you come inside me again."