Page 31 of Ambrosia Kisses
"No."
She blinks like my answer catches her off guard.
I sigh, cupping her cheek. "I've had three years without you, Paisley. I know what that life is like. It's fucking cold and lonely. It's missing you every goddamn minute of the day and wishing like hell you were still in my arms. So no, I'm not afraid of us. What scares me is the thought of you walking out of my life again because you're scared."
"I wouldn't do that," she whispers, craning her head back to stare up at me. "I…" Her throat works. "You aren't the only one who knows what it's like to be cold and lonely, Ridley. You aren't the only one who knows what it feels like to wish you could go back. I did that every damn day for three years. I missed you, even when I hated missing you. I wanted you, even when I hated wanting you. You broke my whole damn life because it didn't work without you."
"Jesus," I rasp, sinking my hand into the silky strands of her hair to kiss her. Our tongues twine together in a slow, sensual kiss that's part healing, part heat. Of-fucking-course it's part heat. She's touching me, sending fire into my veins. Obviously, my dick is hard as a rock. That's just the power she has over me.
"Ridley," she moans. And even though I promised myself this was an innocent stroll through the vineyards, I find myself walking her backward off the path.
We stumble, brushing up against the vines, before her back lands against an old harvester rusting behind the winery. I rake my hand up her thigh, slipping it beneath the hem of her flirty little skirt.
"Stop me," I breathe against her lips.
"No."
Christ, she's perfect in every fucking way.
Just like back then, she pours gasoline on the damn fire by reaching for my cock like she owns the hard bastard. My fingers slip under her panties as she squeezes me through my pants, turning the fire to an inferno.
"Oh," she moans, her head tipped back as I play with her. She's so damn soft and smooth, and so fucking wet and swollen for me.
"I want to fuck you right here," I growl, my thumb against her clit as one finger circles her tight little hole. I dip my finger into her, just the tip, and then pull back. Over and over again until she's panting beneath me, her eyes wide and wild.
"Please."
"Please what, Dimples?"
"Fuck me."
"Right here?"
"Yes!"
"Take my cock out, baby."
Her hands shake as she fumbles with the placket of my pants, trying to obey my demand. It takes her three tries before she's finally able to get the zipper down.
I groan softly, planting my feet when her perfect hand wraps around my dick, pulling it out. She strokes and squeezes as if she knows exactly how to tip me over the edge. And Christ, I guess she does. It's only ever been her hand, her heat, her perfection.
How could anyone else exist when she's the only thing I've been able to see since the day we met? I wasn't looking forher back then. I didn't intend to fall. Marriage and babies were something I figured I'd get around to later. But my timeline didn't mean a damn thing with her standing in front of me. It reordered itself to fit her.
I boost her up into my arms, sliding her panties to the side. We both moan when my cock slides through her folds.
"You going to behave and be quiet so no one hears you screaming my name?"
"Probably not," she gasps.
"Good girl." I grin. I don't give a fuck who hears her. Hell, a fucked up, possessive part of me wants them to hear. It wants everyone to know that I'm the one inside her. I'm the one making her come. I'm the one who makes her scream and moan and plead. I'm the one she gave herself to, the one she trusts enough to give herself to like this. That part isn't rational. But it is hers. Property of Paisley.
Her eyes roll back in her head when I lift her up and then drop her down. The heat of her pussy engulfs the head of my cock, branding me with her ownership. And Christ, it feels good.
"Goddamn, Dimples," I rasp, pressing my forehead to hers. "You make a grown man want to cry, baby."
"Ridley, God. You're so damn big."
I chuckle through a groan, yanking her down on me. "Your fault. You're the one who makes him this fucking hard."
