Ramsey’s finger traced the strap of my sports tank. “I might not be a fan of yoga, but I’m a fan of the gear.”
A small laugh escaped me, but I was soon swallowing it whole when his mouth landed on my skin. His lips skimmed the shell of my ear then traveled down to my neck.
“So damn smooth. So damn beautiful.”
My breathing picked up.
“You good, Shiloh?”
“Good.” I swallowed again. “I like feeling your mouth on me.”
My face flamed as soon as the words slipped out, but Ramsey just smiled wider. “I’m glad.”
His lips traced the strap of my tank the way his finger had, but this time, he kept going. His mouth found the swell of my breast, skimming across the surface and sending a riot of sensations ricocheting through me. I was hot and shivering all at once, like a fever had caught hold and wouldn’t let go.
As Ramsey’s mouth teased, his fingers slipped beneath my tank, playing across the skin there. It was like some sort of symphony that I never wanted to hear the last note of. Goosebumps pebbled my flesh as I arched into him, seeking more of something I wasn’t sure how to name.
Ramsey’s hands went to the hem of my tank as he pulled back from me. I felt the loss of his mouth instantly, ready to beg for more, but his burning, onyx eyes had me choking on the words.
“Can I take this off?” There was a rasp to the question that had me pressing my thighs together to alleviate the building pressure.
“Yes.” The single syllable was part breath, part word.
Ramsey’s knuckles grazed my sides as he lifted my tank. My back arched, moving on instinct, rising as if to seek more.
He tossed the tank to the floor and stared down at me. His fingers trailed across my stomach, slowly making their way up to my bare breasts. The rough pads of his thumbs skated under the swells. “You feel so good. It almost seems impossible for you to be real.”
I looked up at him, his focus riveted on me.
Ramsey swept his thumb along the underside of my breast. “But I’d live forever in the dream.”
I felt that rightness, too. There were also nerves in the mix, but there was no fear. “Touch me.”
It was a simple plea. Yet, it was everything.
Ramsey’s eyes flared. He palmed my breasts, his thumbs swiping across my nipples.
I sucked in air as sparks danced along my skin. They left a trail in their wake, traveling lower to the apex of my thighs. “Ramsey…”
“Tell me what you want.”
“More.”
His hands left my breasts and hooked into the band of my workout leggings. “Yes?”
“Yes.” There was no hesitation, only the quest for more of the sensations that Ramsey gave to me.
He tugged my leggings and underwear free, and then I was completely bare to him. I thought I’d be frozen. Terrified. But I was liquid gold, that amber heat pooling in different spots of my body.
It was Ramsey who stilled. He stared raptly, reverence on his face. “Shiloh…everything about you is a wonder. So damn beautiful. Don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop staring.”
Ramsey’s fingers traced up my thighs, igniting more sparks. All I wanted was for those sparks to catch flame. His hands hooked under my legs, lifting them so nothing shielded me from his view.
His thumb traced closer as his eyes came to mine. I spoke before he had a chance to ask. “Yes.”
Ramsey grinned. A moment later, his tongue was circling that bundle of nerves. I nearly bowed off the bed. The sparks inside me intensified, so many I lost track of where they landed.
A single finger slid inside me, and my hips shifted to meet it. Ramsey’s tongue circled closer to exactly where I wanted him most as his finger moved in and out of me. But I wanted more. Some part of me knew that what I craved was fullness, a completeness—one that would only come with one thing.