Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
If he was happy, I would find a way to accept it.
“We…are never…speaking of this again,” Ramsey panted.
“I did…not agree to that.”
“I think Siri’s out to get me.”
“She’s probably jealous of all your porn ladies.”
“Nah. She’s a know-it-all. She’s not my type.”
I rolled to the side to face him and propped myself up on an elbow. “What is your type, Ramsey?”
Staring up at the ceiling, he laughed again. “A tree is my type at this point.”
I swallowed hard. “You know, if you ever wanted to go out and meet someone, you could tell me, right?”
His smile fell as he looked over at me. “Don’t do this. We’re finally having a good night. Don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what? We’re friends. We can talk about this stuff. Come on. Be real. The showers aren’t going to cut it forever.”
He shook his head and fluidly climbed to his feet. “I’m not talking about this.”
My chest literally ached, but I did my best to cover as I stood too. “Ramsey, it’s okay.”
“Drop it,” he demanded.
I rested my hand on his forearm. “I know it will happen eventually. It’s natural for you to want someone. I’m actually impressed you’ve waited this long. I’m sure it’s been tough over the years.”
He looked at my hand and then back up again, his dark eyes straddling the line between fury and fire. “Who said I’ve waited?”
Well, hello there, gaping hole in my chest. So nice to see you again.
My breath lodged in my throat as I mentally told myself it was okay. Wasn’t that the message I’d been trying to give him? That he was allowed to have someone else? And he hadn’t lied to me about it, which was also what I’d thought I’d wanted. Only now it stung.
I had no idea when he could have met someone. He was always with me or Nora. But the when and the how didn’t matter. He was officially moving on.
I quickly turned away, knowing that no matter how much I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to smile through that kind of pain. Jesus, it had been twelve years. Why couldn’t I just let him go?
Oh, right. Because I still loved him as if it had been coded into my DNA.
“That’s good. Great. I’m happy for you,” I whispered, ready to bolt to my room but without an excuse to make my escape.
I heard his feet shuffle across the carpet just seconds before his suffocating proximity stole the oxygen from my lungs. He wasn’t touching me, but he loomed so close that his body heat licked at my back.
“What about you, Thea? There had to have been a lot of cold nights since you were sixteen?”
My breathing shuddered as I stared at the way our shadows erotically melded into one. “There were.”
“I know you were mad at me for a lot of years. You find someone to warm you up while I was gone?”
I gasped when his hands landed on my hips, his fingers sneaking under the hem of my tank top and brushing the sensitive flesh above my waistband.
“No,” I replied, chancing a step backward to bring his front flush against me.
He was hard. And not the ripples of his abs or the curves of his defined pecs. His cock was long and thick, straining against the denim of his jeans where they met my ass.
He hissed at the contact, and every nerve ending from my nipples to my clit, all the ones that had long since been dormant, came to life like wildfire.
His head dipped and his hot breath fluttered across my skin as he asked, “No one?”
Fiery butterflies hummed in my stomach as I boldly turned my head toward him. His nose swept my cheek. “You smell like watermelon.”
His fingers spasmed and he pulled me deeper into his curve. “Answer me.”
I didn’t want to answer him. Jealousy was the only thing keeping him in that moment.
Well, jealousy and need.
I lifted my arm, terrified of breaking whatever spell had been cast over him but unable to stop myself, and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, drawing him closer. “I have hands too. I even know how to look up porn. Though I didn’t need it most nights.”
His chest rose and fell against my back, my heart working at a similar marathon pace.
I probably should have cared that he’d been with someone that week. I was a woman who knew my worth. And I deserved far more than being someone’s sloppy seconds.
But I just couldn’t bring myself to care.
It had been too long. And it was Ramsey; he could use me all he wanted.
I’d use him too.
We could be two broken people numbing our pain with sex and orgasms.
Distracting each other.
Giving to each other.
Taking from each other.
It was such subtle movement that I don’t think he was conscious of the way his hips rocked against my ass. Stroking and teasing.