Seduced by the Assassin (Forbidden Confessions 7)

Will he touch me that way?

Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I know the answer.

Yes, he will.

With a final rinse, he tosses the rag on the counter, then brings my body against his. “Last chance, baby.”

To back out? “I’m saying yes.”

I’m always going to say yes to him.

His eyes soften, then he bends and lifts me, carrying me against his chest as he flips off the light with his elbow, plunging us back into shadows.

Inside the bedroom, moonlight filters through the windows as he lays me across the silky gray comforter. With a swipe of his hand, he sends the decorative pillows to the floor. With the other, he flips on the soft light of the nearby lamp. Then he crawls onto the bed, hovering over me, and looks into my eyes. “I’m going to make tonight so good for you, babygirl.”

“You already have.” I smile, fingering my pendant.

He cups my face, dips his head, and finally…finally covers my lips with his.

Ransom kisses me like he owns me. My body jolts with recognition, like it remembers its master. Like it’s forgotten every other boy who’s ever ineptly put his mouth on mine and glommed onto this man who’s going to be my everything.

I arch toward Ransom and open my lips, inviting him deeper. He slides his tongue against mine as he rocks his cock, still clad in denim, against the naked ache of my pussy, so acute now I wriggle and whine for more. I get lost in his big palm cupping my cheek, in the way he commands my mouth, in the hair-roughened press of his chest to mine.

Our kiss slides into forever. I heat and burn under his touch. The stubble on his hard jaw drags down my neck, paving the way for his hungry lips to take over. I’m a shuddering, trembling bundle of need as he rakes his mouth across my skin, laving my pressure points and nipping everywhere I’m sensitive while he works his way down to my nipples.

The second he sucks one between his lips, I forget time and place. Hell, I forget my name. All I can think of is the arousal he’s heaping on me and the suspicion I’ll never be the same once we leave this bed.

Ransom drags one point into his mouth, then the other, in deep, unhurried sucks I feel through my entire body, especially between my legs.

“Jesus, I’m never going to get enough of you,” he gasps out as he kisses his way down my body, laving the undersides of my breasts, tracing my ribs with his tongue, and circling my navel. Then he sinks to the floor beside the bed, yanks my hips to the edge, and parts the folds of my pussy with his thumbs, inhaling with a moan.

I’m so open to him. So vulnerable and exposed. I tremble. My hips roll in need.

“You’re pink and sweet.” He circles my engorged clit with a lip-bitingly patient finger. “Hmm…”

My breath hitches. Every touch pings through my body, down to my toes. The ache tightens.

I’m already so close.

“Ransom…” My voice sounds like a tortured, needy thing.

“Babygirl?”

“Put your mouth on me.”

“You mean lick your pussy until you come?”

I nod violently. “Pleeeease.”

Instantly, he shoves my legs wider and drags his tongue through my folds like he’s finally sampling the part of me he craves most and he’s not going to stop until I give up my resistance and surrender to pleasure.

At the feel of his hot breath and burning tongue, I cry out and buck up. He grabs my hips and holds me where he wants me, then lashes my most sensitive flesh again and again.

My cheeks go hot. My heart roars. My need gathers and climbs. I fist the comforter, trying to resist surrendering so fast, but Ransom isn’t having it. He toys with me, controlling my body until I’m clawing and begging.

It isn’t long before I am.

“Oh, my… Please,” I pant, raking my hands into his thick hair and trying desperately to tug at his scalp—anything to be nearer to him. “Yes! So close…”

Then he stops, instead kissing his way up to my belly until he rests his chin on my mound. His black eyes all but inhale me. “I know.”

Of course he does. He’s taunting me, giving me a smug smile while he flicks the pad of his thumb over my clit so slowly I can’t possibly come…but I can absolutely suffer.

“Ransom…”

“Begging won’t sway me, babygirl. You teased me.”

“I didn’t mean to,” I whine.

“Yes, you did. I told you to expect payback.” He pauses his insufferably unhurried caress to lick me again, long and with a moan, like I’m the sweetest candy he’s ever had on his tongue.

“But…” I bite back the rest of my protest. I have no defense.

“But what? I love you like this. Flushed cheeks, writhing hips. You spread yourself wide open for me, and I didn’t even have to ask. And that pussy is so, so wet, just waiting for me to fuck you.”