Page 99 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
It’s no shock to feel his hard cock press against the pad of my pussy as he rolls me to my back and uses his strong thighs to spread my legs with a groan. Under him I lift my hips in invitation, gasping as his lips whisper up my throat before he settles his hot breath against my ear. “If you don’t stop tempting me, I’m going to say yes.”
“Good.”
“Flirty baby girls get fucked.”
“Even better.”
He takes my mouth, giving me one lingering press of his lips after another until I feel dazed and so slowly seduced it’s all I can do not to whine for more. But he pulls away. “After we talk. That has to come first.”
The logical part of me knows he’s right. A lot of heavy stuff went down last night, and we threw caution to the wind. But to move forward, we have to communicate. I have lots of questions. He might, too. And we didn’t talk too much about what we both wanted with each other beyond sex. We simply lost our clothes and got busy.
“Okay,” I sigh. “Give me five minutes in the bathroom.”
He rolls aside. “I left you a clean toothbrush on the counter.”
“Thanks. I’ll be right back.” With a shove of the covers, I put my feet on the floor, shivering against the chilly desert morning.
“And while you go, I’ll enjoy the view. Damn, you have the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen.”
It’s hard not to blush. Despite everything, I’m still not quite used to anyone seeing me naked, much less someone as gorgeous as Ransom.
After a few minutes in the opulent bathroom, now filled with natural light, my teeth are clean. My finger-combed do still looks like I have major sex hair. My skin is flushed and rosy. And just like last night, my pussy is swollen and slick. Despite all that, I don’t look any different than yesterday morning when I woke up wondering if Ransom would come for me. But I feel different. I feel like I’m in love.
Because you are.
After opening the door, I’m disappointed to find Ransom standing in the middle of the room, wearing his jeans as he holds out his hand to me. But I guess if we tried to have this heart-to-heart naked, we wouldn’t get much talking done.
“Come with me.”
“Where are my clothes?”
Another sly grin crosses his face. “You don’t need them.”
“So you won’t find me distracting?” I tease him by dragging my fingers slowly across my thigh, barely stopping short of my pussy.
His hot stare follows the motion. “Oh, I do. But this is too important to get sidetracked. If the conversation goes the way I hope, I’ll definitely be happy to let you distract me, because, damn… The view of your front is even better than the one from the back.”
With a smile, I take his hand. He leads me down the shadowy hall and into the kitchen, then lifts me—bare-assed—onto the kitchen island. Across the room, Shadow lies cuddled on an upholstered chair at the breakfast table. She eyes us, seemingly decides we’re not a threat, then closes her eyes contentedly again.
Ransom spreads my legs and steps between them. His expression turns solemn. He takes my face in his hands. “Havana, here’s the truth: I’m an assassin.”
Since he delivers every word without a hint of humor, I don’t doubt him. And apparently, Ethan wasn’t BSing me. “I know.”
Ransom raises a brow. “You do? And you’re not shocked?”
“Maybe a little. Who do you work for, the mafia?”
“That’s actually who we’re trying to shut down. The truth is, my youngest brother, Ridge, and I went into business together to take cases too dirty for the cops or the feds. Before that, we both served in different branches of the military. I was a SEAL. Ridge was Delta Force. Army. Rand and Rush were Marines.”
So he’s not one of the bad guys. My gut told me that all along. It was my head—trying to protect my heart—that filled me with doubt. “That’s badass.”
He gives me a cynical shrug. “It also means we’ve all done things for God and country we never anticipated and we’re not particularly proud of. When an enemy combatant needed ending off the normal field of battle, I was usually chosen. They called me Glacier.”
Ransom looks like he expects me to be horrified and walk away from him. I get the feeling he’s been judged before, so I blank my face and listen. “You were doing your job. And you got out.”
He nods. “About five years ago. Ethan’s mom, Lydia, called to tell me she couldn’t handle him anymore and asked if I wanted full custody. I won’t diss her, because she did the hardest parts, birthing and getting him through the first fourteen years. But she was a child raising a child, and she didn’t always put Ethan first. My hitch was about up, and I’d been contemplating lucrative offers from the private sector. The timing worked out, so I left the Navy and took Ethan. A few years ago, Ridge left Delta Force to tackle this bitch of a case. Personal reasons, he said. He wanted to end a mafia operation by infiltrating it from the inside.”
“So that’s what you’ve been doing? That’s who shot you last night?”
