Avoiding Temptation (Avoiding #3)(59)

“Plan what?”

“Matching. You matched.”

Ramsey looked at her in shock, and it was enough to tell her that they hadn’t planned it. Fuck. She thought that would make her feel better, but it didn’t. It made her want to curse the universe for her bad luck.

“We need to get you out of this now,” she said, going to work at the buttons of his shirt.

“No time,” he grunted.

Ramsey pushed her toward the side of the couch and bent her at the waist. Her thong fell to the floor at his insistence. She heard the zipper of his pants, and then they fell to the floor as well. He held her down, facing forward, before thrusting into her.

Lexi cried out. She was already heated from their conversation, but he wasn’t being gentle. He was as angry as she was, and that made for a deadly combination. With one hand on her shoulder and one on her hip, Ramsey pulled back and slammed back into her over and over and over again. He had never been this rough with her before.

It had always been good, but this was…in a different ballpark.

She couldn’t think of anything, except him pounding inside her, her pu**y clenching all around him, and the anger building in her heart.

“I’m so f**king pissed at you,” she growled.

“Good.”

He didn’t give up, even an inch, and she could feel her whole body giving in. She was so f**king pissed at him, but God, did she love this man.

“You’re going to come for me.”

“No, I’m not,” she said even though she knew that she was so close to the brink she was going to explode any second.

“Yes, you are. And I’m coming with you,” he said, reaching one hand down in front of her and stroking her clit with his finger as he continued to f**k her.

Her body started trembling. She couldn’t hold out. And he didn’t want her to.

The way she was feeling at that moment, she didn’t want to either. She wanted to feel him thrust up inside her as they came together. She wanted to forget their argument and just live in the here and now—knowing that they might be angry, but it would be okay. They could move on from this.

She felt her legs give out as soon as the orgasm ripped through her body. Lexi collapsed onto the couch as Ramsey let go of her shoulder and released deep into her. His weight shifted as he grabbed on to the couch for support.

As she lay there, panting, she looked up at him and managed to get out, “I love you, Ramsey.”

He smiled a lazy, heartfelt smile down at her. “I love you, too.”

Chapter 11

“You what?” Lexi shrieked through the phone.

“Chica, chill the f**k out,” Chyna said.

“My party is this afternoon. What do you mean you have a photo shoot in New York?”

“It can’t be helped. Fashion week is less than a month away.”

“I don’t care about fashion week, Chyna. It’s your best friend’s engagement party.”

“I know,” she whined. “I tried to explain that to them, but they don’t really care. Plus, we already celebrated when we found out. It’s not the end of the world. I’ll fly you up here to go shopping for it. Oh! Better yet, let me talk to the designer about your dress. We could get it custom-made.”

Lexi shook her head. “You’re insane. Do you know how much a custom dress costs?”

She could almost see Chyna staring blankly. Money wasn’t an object for her. But Ramsey wouldn’t object to whatever Lexi wanted anyway. That still didn’t mean she wanted to spend ten or twenty grand on a wedding dress.

“Don’t worry so much. You’re going to come up for fashion week, right?” Chyna asked, deftly changing the subject.

“I haven’t talked to Ramsey about it.”

“Forget the old ball and chain, and come visit me.”

Lexi rolled her eyes. “Real nice of you to say…since you aren’t on your way here for my engagement party.”

“Anyway, what’s really going on? You’ve been quiet lately—besides you bitching at me about the party,” Chyna said.

“We still talk every day,” Lexi told her.

“I mean, almost every day. But you’ve been all scatterbrained, like something happened and you didn’t tell me. Oh, like that time you slept with Adam’s brother. Oh, or like any time with Jack. Does this have to do with a boy?” Chyna asked.

Lexi glanced around the apartment. Ramsey wasn’t anywhere in sight. She knew that he was busy with preparations for the party tonight. The man knew how to throw a party, that was for sure. She was glad that the Sunday night escapades were over, but he was pumped to throw something together for their engagement. She hoped that it didn’t turn out like the Sunday parties she had frequented when they had first started dating. The guest list certainly boasted enough of his friends to warrant it…but she didn’t think it would get like that.

Or at least, she hoped not.

Deciding that Ramsey wasn’t about to walk in on her at any minute, Lexi sighed.

“This should be good,” Chyna said with a giggle.

“Are you drunk?”

“Not yet.”

“Then, why do you take such perverse pleasure in my pain?”

“Because you torture yourself, chica. Dish the goods.”