Page 68 of With This Kiss
“You’re everything,” I murmured against her ear, letting my lips graze the sensitive skin there. She shivered. I smiled.
Her breath hitched as I trailed kisses down her neck, pushing my tongue out to taste her skin. Fucking delicious. My handsfound her waist, my fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp.
“I missed you,” I admitted. “Did you miss me, baby?”
“I… I don’t know…” she started, but her words dissolved into a soft moan when I nipped at her collarbone.
I pulled back to gaze at her face, drinking in those eyes that have haunted me since the very first moment I saw them. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark, and her lips parted.
I grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, dropping it on the floor as well, leaving her in nothing but her pants and black bra. She shifted on her feet, her arms twitching as if resisting the urge to cover herself.
“Don’t,” I said. “You have nothing to feel shy about. Don’t you know how fucking beautiful you are?”
And she was that.
All pale, unblemished skin that I was dying to run my tongue over.
She shook her head, at a loss for words.
I reached out and unbuttoned the pants, pulling the zipper down. They fell to her ankles.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up, walking us over to her bedroom.
She was quiet when I placed her down on her bed, backing away from me a little.
I watched her eyes darken as I stood at the foot of the bed. I took off my shirt and let it fall to the ground. Her eyes immediately went to my chest, lingering on the tattoos there before traveling down to my abs. She focused on the tattoo on my right ribs—an ouroboros snake with a dagger down the center of it, then the eight-point star on my left shoulder, the tattoo that marked a high-ranking man in the Bratva.
They were stark reminders of who I was and where I belonged.
But fuck if I wanted her to focus on them at this moment.
I grabbed her ankles and pulled her in close to me.
She slipped down onto her back on the mattress, and I hovered above her, licking my lips.
“You’ll let me make you feel good, won’t you?” I asked.
She exhaled. “Just that? No… no sex?”
“You’re not ready for sex. And I’ll tell you what, darling, when we do have sex, it’ll be because you’re begging me for it.”
And I couldn’t fucking wait for that day to come. Hell, I might even go to church to celebrate. My Catholic mother might even be proud. That was, if I didn’t burn at the entrance first.
Her face darkened, and my lips twitched. “It’ll be a cold day in hell when that happens.”
I smiled at her, leaning down to press a kiss on the swell of her breasts, from one to the other. I pulled her up slightly to unbuckle her bra before pulling it off and throwing it somewhere behind me.
When I looked back, she had her arms crossed over her tits, her face red.
Fucking hell, but why did she have to go and look this adorable?
Now I knew. I wasn’t as strong as I thought, because a stronger man would have been able to resist Jamie’s adorableness.
I pulled her arms away, gathering her wrists in one hand and holding them above her head.
“Reign,” she gasped out, the protest weak.
I took my fill.
