Page 107 of Imperfect Arrangement
He drags the fabric up. When the cool air kisses my bare skin, I squeeze my thighs, and a sharp jolt of pleasure rips through me.
Even though I’m the one on top of him, with his strong arms banding around me, it feels like I’m trapped in a web, one I don’t want to leave. Ray’s hands tighten on my waist, holding me in place as his hooded gaze sweeps over me as if he’s memorizing every curve and every flushed inch of my skin.
He holds my wrists and stretches my hands above us. “Don’t bring them down.” The command is rough, his voice like sandpaper and sin. Then his fingers trace a downward path, grazing my arms before settling on my shoulders.
My black-lace-covered breasts jut out like I’m posing for some sexy photoshoot. But that’s how he’s always made me feel. Sexy. Wanted.
He dips his head, and his lips brush against my neck, sending a delicious shiver racing down my spine. The oral assault starts slow before he picks up the pace, kissing, sucking, nipping at my flesh. Raymond’s tongue moves down to my shoulders, licking the path until he reaches the exposed skin of my breast.
I wait for him to unclasp my bra, take it off, and possibly throw it somewhere without a care.
But—oh,holy hell—he pushes the cups of my bra down in a single fluid motion.
Down. Not off.
I’ve never been more exposed in my life. My nipples harden instantly, and before I can even process the vulnerability, he blows on one, eliciting a strangled moan out of me. His tongue circles one aching peak, slow and deliberate, before closing his lips around it.
He blows, sucks, flicks, bites—moving back and forth between my breasts, dragging me to the edge of sanity. Heat pools between my thighs, and I swear to God, I’m on the verge of combusting. I grind against him, desperate for more friction, more everything.
Ray lifts his head, his gaze dark and hungry as he watches me writhing on top of him. His lips curl into that signature devilish grin.
“It’s once again your choice, Firefly,” he rasps, fingers digging into my waist. “Do you want me to keep making you crazy with my mouth? Or should I take you straight to the finish line and bury myself so deep inside you that you forget where you end and where I start?”
Holy. Freaking. Shit.
I think I have a mini-orgasm just hearing all that.
“I fear if I get any crazier about you, I might permanently damage some part of my brain,” I pant, shamelessly gripping his shoulders. “So yeah, let’s jump straight to the burying part.”
Ray chuckles, low and rough, and suddenly I’m airborne. He stands with me in his arms like I weigh nothing, his grip ironclad, his strength damn near supernatural. My legs lock around his waist, my arms loop around his neck, and I revel in the feel of him—the sheer dominance.
“You don’t know how much I want you right now, Wills,” he murmurs against my temple, his words a heady mix of heat and something deeper. Something dangerous.
I swallow hard. “I don’t know about that,” I whisper. “But I do know that right now, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, Ray.”
His eyes close and he sucks in a deep breath as he puts me down beside one of the gazebo pillars. His grip is firm as he turns me around. The lake stretches ahead of us, vast and silent. I realize that even though we’re in a secluded area, we aren’t exactly hiding. As if the same thought crosses Raymond’s mind, his hand dips into his pocket, and a second later, the fairy lights strung around us go dark.
“I’ll never put you in an unsafe or uncomfortable position, Firefly,” Raymond murmurs, his lips ghosting over the back of my shoulder. “But right now, I want your eyes ahead.”
A shudder rolls down my spine as he kneels behind me, his hands skimming down my sides, palms hot and possessive as they map the curves of my hips.
A gasp rips from my throat when he presses an open-mouthed kiss to the small of my back, his tongue sweeping over my skin before he nips, just enough to send a delicious jolt throughout my nerves. His lips trail lower, his teeth scraping my hip, his fingers gripping my thighs in a way that tells me he’s barely keeping himself in check.
“Ray—”
Whatever I was about to say vanishes the moment he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and panties and drags them down in one smooth motion. They catch around my knees, trapping me in place. Exposed. Vulnerable.
A sharp, wicked bite to my ass makes me yelp. This man seems to be on a mission to brand me with his touch.
I’m still getting used to the feel of hands running up and down the backs of my thighs, massaging me, nipping me, when he turns me around and his mouth is right there. On my sex.
He eats me like I’m a million-dollar buffet. Without words, he spreads my legs as far as my tangled clothing will allow and opens the lips of my sex with his fingers and blows his hot breath on it. My body lurches forward, my hands flying to brace against the wooden pillar. His tongue is hot and devastating, lapping against my sex, teasing and flicking and—Jesus Christ—when he groans against me, the vibrations ripple throughout my entire body. My knees nearly buckle.
How did Inotknow sex could be like this?
But it’s not just sex. It’shim—Raymond Teager. The man doesn’t do anything halfway.
Be it as a businessman or a dad, and right now…as a lover.
