Desperately Seeking Shapeshifter (31 page)

“Shh,” I said, wrapping a leg around his waist and pulling him in. I felt the head of his cock butt against my leg, hard and slick. “You won’t. We’re just being extra careful this first time.” When he still hesitated, I sat up and kissed him fiercely, until his hips jerked against my own, and I knew he was close. I gave him one last kiss and then lay back down on the bed. “Just go slow,” I whispered. “You’ll be just fine.”

He grasped my hips and pulled me closer, then leaned over me. Ramsey had an intense look of concentration on his face, and I wanted to kiss him all over again. He was so worried he was going to hurt me.

With good reason, I found out a moment later. The head of his cock brushed against my sex and he inched in, a hiss of breath escaping him. I bit my lip to prevent my own hiss. It had been six years since I’d had sex, and Ramsey was a very, very big man. To say the fit was tight was an understatement. I felt the burn as he pushed just a little, sinking the head of his cock in. It felt good, but it also smarted.

“Going slow,” he gritted.

“Slow,” I agreed, brushing my fingers over his shoulders, encouraging him.

His hips gave a little surge, pushing deeper. I gasped, the burn giving way to an intense fullness that made me quiver. Oh, God. He was so big and so deep inside me, and it suddenly felt so incredibly
good. My hands slid back to my breasts, and I began to pluck at my nipples again.

“Good?” he asked.

“Very good,” I breathed. “
Really
good.”

He groaned and I felt his hips surge again. There was a sharp stretching pain that made me suck in my breath, and then nothing but pleasure again. He leaned in to kiss me and groaned against my mouth. “Sara . . . I don’t know . . . feels so tight . . .”

“Deeper, Ramsey.” I showered his face with small kisses, then tugged at his lower lip with my teeth. “
Please
. I need you.”

He surged forward, seating himself to the hilt, and I gasped. He froze, terrified that he’d hurt me.

“No, it’s good,” I said softly, lifting my hips a little. “Are you . . . ?”

“Amazing.” His voice was tight with strain and wonder. “God. I love you, Sara.”

My heart gave a funny little thump in my chest. “I love you, too, Ramsey.”

His breath hissed out of him again at that, and his hips surged, pushing hard against my own. “Won’t last long.”

“Me, either,” I brushed my fingers over his nipple and then reached up to bite at his shoulder. “Please, please, don’t stop.”

The growl came low in his throat again, and he withdrew a little, leaving me aching and hollow, until he surged deep again. I gave a little gasp at the overwhelming sensation. Oh, wow. That was . . . amazing. When he surged again, I raised my hips to
meet his. His strokes started out slow and smooth, then his hand slid to my hips and he anchored me. He began to move hard and fast, deep inside me with wild force. The panting, frenzied look on his face a thing of wildness as he drove into me, once, twice, three times and then shouted, his entire body going rigid.

I felt his climax deep inside me and pushed my hips up frantically, almost there myself. “Ramsey, please,” I said as he rocked into me.

He drew in a long, ragged breath and then leaned in to kiss me.

I writhed and kissed him back, biting his lip hard. He was still buried deep inside of me and I didn’t care that he’d come, only that I was so close and I wasn’t going to get to come, too. He ran a hand over my hips and stroked my flesh, and I moaned. My hands fisted in the blankets pushed up behind my head. “Please, Ramsey, I need to come.”

He rocked his hips against mine, his eyes heavily lidded as he watched me, as if fascinated by my needy writhing. His hand slid between us and found my clit, and I nearly rose off the bed at the small touch. He rocked against me again and rubbed that small, lovely spot, just brushing his fingers over it, watching me arch on the bed. His hand slid up to cup my breast, pinching at my nipple as his other brushed against my clit, and my panting turned into pleading. “Please. Oh, God, yes. Please. Do that again.”

When he pushed down the cup of the bra and
leaned down to take my nipple in his mouth, I nearly wept at how good it felt. His teeth grazed along the hard, aching nub, then licked the soft skin, teasing.

“Please, Ramsey,” I breathed. “I need—”

“Not yet,” he murmured against the peak of my breast, then bit at it lightly, which sent another moan rocketing through me.

“Why not?” I moaned.

He sat up and ran a hand down my belly, fascinated by my body. Fascinated by everything about me. I loved that intense look on his face so much.

“Not done with you,” he growled low in his throat, and I felt him thrust deep inside me again. I moaned as the orgasm began to build again.

His eyes were gleaming, the look in them intensely possessive. He was ready again? But it had only been a few moments.

“Are you—”

He kissed me, lightly, on the mouth, taking my words.

I sucked in a breath as he pulled me into a sitting position. My return kiss was fierce. I needed him.

He licked at my mouth, his hand moving to my hair and grasping it, holding me against him. I reveled in it—loved that he was so wildly needing me. “This is a fantasy of mine,” he rasped harshly. “You. Against me. Writhing with need. Calling my name.”

Just the thought of that made me incredibly hot. “Even better—reality. Every night for the rest of our lives.”

He growled low and nipped at my jaw and I gasped, raking my nails on his chest. He was so hard, still so deep inside me. I raised my hips, rocking against him, and he groaned. “I want . . .” he breathed.

“What?” I asked breathlessly, excited.

“On your knees,” he said with a fierce nip at my jaw again, and I felt him withdraw from me, pulling his wonderful, amazing cock from my body. I whimpered a protest, which died when he tugged me to my knees. Then he turned me until I was on my stomach, my ass in the air. His hands went to my ass and palmed the soft, rounded curves. “So beautiful.”

The breath sucked out of me when I felt the head of his cock against my wet, aching sex. That was all the warning I got before he sank deep inside me again, filling me with that intense pleasure. The breath died in my throat, and his hands grasped my hips, and he began to pump into me from behind. Ramsey hadn’t learned “slow” or “leisurely” in bed yet; he needed me and he took. He thrust into me so hard and rough that the bed shook and his skin slapped against my own.

I was delirious with desire, feeling the orgasm spiraling up through me, so close, my body aching with intense need. I needed to come with him deep inside me. So bad. One hand slipped to my sex and I touched my clit as he thrust roughly inside me. As soon as I did, an orgasmic sob escaped my lips and I came, my entire body clenching hard, my legs stiff and locking.

Ramsey gave a fierce growl, his movements jerky. “I . . . can feel you . . . coming. Keep touching yourself.”

I’d stopped, panting, waiting for the orgasm to ebb.

He growled low again and then I felt his fingers searching for my clit as he thrust hard, and then I was spiraling into the next orgasm all over again, moaning his name over and over.

The climax rocked through me and I shuddered, but he wouldn’t stop rubbing, just kept touching and touching as he made love to me, and my words became a low, endless moan of pleasure. I was boneless when he thrust hard once more, and then shouted my name, his body stiffening over me. This time, I felt him withdraw, and he flopped to the bed, pulling my boneless form with him.

“Fuck,” he panted.

“Yeah,” I agreed breathlessly, dreamy. That was the longest, most intense orgasm I’d ever had.

“That was . . . ,” he trailed off, speechless.

“Yeah,” I sighed happily.

He pulled me close and buried his face in my hair. “God, I love you.”

I smiled and curled my hands in his hair. “Love you, too, Huggy Bear.”

I was pretty sure I heard him laugh.

Chapter Eighteen

T
he next morning, I woke up to Ramsey pressing kisses on my neck. His arms were wrapped around me, and I sighed in pure bliss.

I could wake up like this for the rest of my life.

“No hammers this morning?” I said sleepily as he continued to kiss my throat. His tongue licked across my collarbone, and I gave a shiver of pleasure.

“Not today,” he agreed. His thumb grazed the tip of my breast and I made a noise of pleasure in my throat, which made him growl low in response.

“Are we staying in bed then?” I asked sleepily. I was sore, but it was a delicious kind of sore. He’d woken me up twice in the night for more sex, and I’d been happy to oblige.

He sighed, then pressed a kiss to my breast. “No. I need to meet Beau today. He wants to check out a few more places. See if we can find Tony.”

“Mmm. I should see my sister. Go in to work.”

He gently bit my nipple, and the ripple of pleasure almost distracted me enough to miss his quick “No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

He passed my breasts and began to kiss a line down my flat stomach. “Not safe.”

“I’m just as safe there as I am here, Ramsey. I’ll be surrounded by Russells. Joshua and Ellis are big”—I gasped when he kissed my belly button and then moved lower—“and strong. They can take care of me.”

He licked the inside of my thigh, and my bones went to Jell-O. “If I say yes, will you stop talking about other men when I’m trying to kiss you?”

“Absolutely,” I breathed, and completely forgot all about Russells and the agency when his mouth hit my sex.

Two hours later, we pulled into the Midnight Liaisons parking lot but were reluctant to part. When I leaned over to give Ramsey a good-bye peck, he pulled me into his lap and we began to kiss all over again, our mouths locked in a sultry thrusting of tongues as I straddled his hips, rocking against his erection.

Ramsey finally broke off our kiss, his glazed eyes caressing my face. I leaned in to bite at his neck anew, right over the mark that I’d created there. Seeing that mark always inflamed me, made me want to bite him all over his skin and in secret places so I would see those teeth marks everywhere as he undressed.

“You should go to work,” he rumbled, his hand sliding to cup my ass.

I groaned against his neck and brushed my nipples
against his chest. “Why must you be so responsible?”

He ignored my grumbling, continuing on. “If there’s even a sniff of trouble, you call me.” He looked less and less pleased with the thought of me going to work. “I don’t like leaving you here by yourself. You should go back to the house.”

“I’ll be fine,” I told him. “Bath needs my help. The agency is shorthanded as it is. And I refuse to hide in your house for the rest of my life, waiting for the wolves to strike. If I cower, they’ll know I’m afraid.”

His big hand cupped my face. “Don’t leave the agency. Stay in sight of the Russells at all times. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

I leaned in and bit his earlobe. “I’m fine,” I said again. “And I love you.”

“I’m going to the gas station to fill up,” he said, leaning in to kiss me again. “Want me to get you anything while I’m there? Stop by Starbucks?”

“Starbucks is good,” I agreed. “Pick up a coffee for Bath, too, while you’re at it. Actually, better make it four. Two for whichever Russells are babysitting today.”

“Four coffees,” he agreed, looking frustrated as I slid to the far side of the seat, like he wanted to grab me and stuff me in his pocket so we could never be apart.

I blew him a kiss. “When you get back with the coffee, maybe we’ll have time for an office quickie, Huggy Bear.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“If I was going to tempt you, I’d tell you that you need to come inside so I’m not forced to take care of matters myself.” I winked and hopped out of the truck. “Love you.”

Hands clenched on the steering wheel, he watched me go inside. I waved when I got inside and then blew him another kiss.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” my sister drawled.

“I should be saying that to you,” I teased, breathless. My mood was so light it could have been air. “Miss me?”

“God, yes,” Bath said, crossing the room to give me a quick hug. “We’re still swamped from the dance. Every time I try to clean out my in-box, thirty more emails show up. How about you? Everything okay?”

I nodded. “Just trying to get back to a normal schedule. Well, as normal as you can be with bodyguards everywhere.”

She nodded sympathetically. “Joshua and Ellis are in back. I put them to work filing. So I guess Savannah and Jeremiah are at the house?”

“Yup. And Ramsey and Beau are off chasing down Tony.”

She shivered. “I met Tony once. He’s a nasty sort.”

“I’m starting to think they all are,” I returned, and then thought for a minute. “Well, not Connor.”

“No,” she said thoughtfully. “How are you holding up?”

I gave her a genuine smile. The world seemed a little brighter today—guess a night of loving would do that to a girl. “I’m great. Ramsey’s protecting me.”

She gave me a knowing look. “Everything okay on the other front, too?”

To my mortification, I blushed. “Just fine.”

She grinned.

“I told him our secret,” I blurted, then glanced around to see if the others had returned. But they were nowhere nearby. “About . . . Roy.”

She nodded. “I’d wondered if Beau had mentioned it.”

“No, he was protecting you. But I trust Ramsey. I trust him with my life.”

“I know,” she said softly. “I’m glad.”