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He studied me for a moment. “Not today, though?”

“Too crowded.” I’d take Sky out later and go for a good run. That usually helped.

Ramsey brushed his lips against my bare shoulder. “I’m sorry about the reporter.”

“It’s not the end of the world.” There was so much worse than a stupid news article.

“You’re still allowed to be pissed off.”

“But I don’t want to be.”

He arched a brow in silent question.

I switched sides with my pose, facing away from Ramsey. “I don’t want it to get to me. I want to forget my name was ever in a paper to begin with.”

“That’s what this is? A search for distraction?”

“It was supposed to be.”

Ramsey stepped closer, his heat radiating into my back.

“I don’t think tandem yoga is going to be any better,” I muttered.

He chuckled, and the sound sent pleasant vibrations against my skin. “I don’t think yoga’s my thing.”

“You never know if you don’t try.”

“I’ve got a better idea.” His hand skimmed down my side, and my heart picked up speed.

“What’s that?” My voice came out as more of a croak.

Ramsey’s hand stilled. “Do you trust me?”

“More than anyone.” The words were out before I’d even consciously thought them, but they were the unequivocal truth—and they likely revealed far too much.

His lips skimmed my shoulder then traveled to my neck. “Best gift you could ever give me, your trust.”

I swallowed hard. “It’s true.”

“Shiloh?” He whispered my name, his breath cascading over my skin.

“Yes?”

“Can I touch you?”

I tensed but didn’t let myself stay there. I breathed through it, letting each exhale loosen my muscles further. “Yes.” I wanted more of having Ramsey’s hands on me. His mouth. I wanted it all—with him and only him.

The one word was all he needed. Ramsey bent and picked me up bridal-style, carrying me into the room we’d spent the past two nights in. He laid me on the mattress gently as if I were made of the most delicate glass.

His gaze locked with mine. “Need you to talk to me through this. Tell me if we’re good. If we need to slow down or stop altogether.”

I nodded.

“Words, Shiloh.”

“I can do that.”

He grinned. “Good.”


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