Fractured Sky (Tattered & Torn #5)(72)

“It’s not the end of the world.” There was so much worse than a stupid news article.

“You’re still allowed to be pissed off.”

“But I don’t want to be.”

He arched a brow in silent question.

I switched sides with my pose, facing away from Ramsey. “I don’t want it to get to me. I want to forget my name was ever in a paper to begin with.”

“That’s what this is? A search for distraction?”

“It was supposed to be.”

Ramsey stepped closer, his heat radiating into my back.

“I don’t think tandem yoga is going to be any better,” I muttered.

He chuckled, and the sound sent pleasant vibrations against my skin. “I don’t think yoga’s my thing.”

“You never know if you don’t try.”

“I’ve got a better idea.” His hand skimmed down my side, and my heart picked up speed.

“What’s that?” My voice came out as more of a croak.

Ramsey’s hand stilled. “Do you trust me?”

“More than anyone.” The words were out before I’d even consciously thought them, but they were the unequivocal truth—and they likely revealed far too much.

His lips skimmed my shoulder then traveled to my neck. “Best gift you could ever give me, your trust.”

I swallowed hard. “It’s true.”

“Shiloh?” He whispered my name, his breath cascading over my skin.

“Yes?”

“Can I touch you?”

I tensed but didn’t let myself stay there. I breathed through it, letting each exhale loosen my muscles further. “Yes.” I wanted more of having Ramsey’s hands on me. His mouth. I wanted it all—with him and only him.

The one word was all he needed. Ramsey bent and picked me up bridal-style, carrying me into the room we’d spent the past two nights in. He laid me on the mattress gently as if I were made of the most delicate glass.

His gaze locked with mine. “Need you to talk to me through this. Tell me if we’re good. If we need to slow down or stop altogether.”

I nodded.

“Words, Shiloh.”

“I can do that.”

He grinned. “Good.”

Ramsey’s finger traced the strap of my sports tank. “I might not be a fan of yoga, but I’m a fan of the gear.”

A small laugh escaped me, but I was soon swallowing it whole when his mouth landed on my skin. His lips skimmed the shell of my ear then traveled down to my neck.

“So damn smooth. So damn beautiful.”

My breathing picked up.

“You good, Shiloh?”

“Good.” I swallowed again. “I like feeling your mouth on me.”

My face flamed as soon as the words slipped out, but Ramsey just smiled wider. “I’m glad.”

His lips traced the strap of my tank the way his finger had, but this time, he kept going. His mouth found the swell of my breast, skimming across the surface and sending a riot of sensations ricocheting through me. I was hot and shivering all at once, like a fever had caught hold and wouldn’t let go.

As Ramsey’s mouth teased, his fingers slipped beneath my tank, playing across the skin there. It was like some sort of symphony that I never wanted to hear the last note of. Goosebumps pebbled my flesh as I arched into him, seeking more of something I wasn’t sure how to name.

Ramsey’s hands went to the hem of my tank as he pulled back from me. I felt the loss of his mouth instantly, ready to beg for more, but his burning, onyx eyes had me choking on the words.

“Can I take this off?” There was a rasp to the question that had me pressing my thighs together to alleviate the building pressure.

“Yes.” The single syllable was part breath, part word.

Ramsey’s knuckles grazed my sides as he lifted my tank. My back arched, moving on instinct, rising as if to seek more.

He tossed the tank to the floor and stared down at me. His fingers trailed across my stomach, slowly making their way up to my bare breasts. The rough pads of his thumbs skated under the swells. “You feel so good. It almost seems impossible for you to be real.”

I looked up at him, his focus riveted on me.

Ramsey swept his thumb along the underside of my breast. “But I’d live forever in the dream.”

I felt that rightness, too. There were also nerves in the mix, but there was no fear. “Touch me.”

It was a simple plea. Yet, it was everything.

Ramsey’s eyes flared. He palmed my breasts, his thumbs swiping across my nipples.

I sucked in air as sparks danced along my skin. They left a trail in their wake, traveling lower to the apex of my thighs. “Ramsey…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“More.”

His hands left my breasts and hooked into the band of my workout leggings. “Yes?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation, only the quest for more of the sensations that Ramsey gave to me.

He tugged my leggings and underwear free, and then I was completely bare to him. I thought I’d be frozen. Terrified. But I was liquid gold, that amber heat pooling in different spots of my body.

It was Ramsey who stilled. He stared raptly, reverence on his face. “Shiloh…everything about you is a wonder. So damn beautiful. Don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop staring.”