Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Instead of being nervous about his renewed taciturnity, I enjoyed the cool breeze off the water and the way the sunset sparkled across the sound in deep pinks and mauves. I wanted to talk about how this was my first pink sunset in Scotland, but nerves clamped my mouth shut.
Last night I hadn’t been nervous. Some bold woman overtook my body, and I was more forthright with Ramsay than I’d ever been with any man. That’s how much I wanted him.
Now, however, I had butterflies.
And I didn’t know why.
We were heading over to his island to have sex. There would be no rejection.
He wanted this too.
Right?
Looking back, it was ridiculous of me to worry that a grown-ass man with such decided opinions as Ramsay McRae would ever do anything he didn’t want to do, but in that moment, my insecurities got the better of me. Because the man had not said a single word since he’d picked me up from my apartment. His damn dog showed me more affection!
Hadn’t Ramsay told me before I was too young?
Too sweet.
Maybe he was remembering that I wasn’t his type after all.
To my surprise, we didn’t pull in to the small dock at the white cottage. Ramsay had a second dock closer to his house. Once we were safely anchored, he wordlessly helped me onto shore and Akiva ran ahead.
I tried to catch Ramsay’s eye, but he avoided it.
Shit.
Then …
He wrapped his big hand around mine, his callouses scraping deliciously against my skin, and he led me upward through the thicket of grass and onto a trail through the woodlands. With his free hand, he switched on his phone’s flashlight and led us through the woods.
Biting my lip against a cheesy, girlish grin, I followed, my gaze veering between the path in front of us and his hold on my hand.
It felt like forever since someone had held my hand.
An ache scored across my chest.
Akiva barked in the distance and I understood why when the trees opened up to the clearing and Ramsay’s home. His beautiful dog stood on the porch, impatiently waiting to be let in.
Ramsay’s fingers tightened around mine and I hurried to keep up with him as he marched up to the house.
He cut me a look as he dropped his hold on me to open the door. “I need to feed Akiva first and then I’ll cook us something.”
That was the plan, after all.
He would be gentlemanly enough to feed me first.
But as we walked into his home and I drew in his scent, a need tightened in my belly and tingles awakened between my legs.
Ramsay moved around his kitchen, grabbing Akiva’s dinner dish to feed her the organic dog food I knew he spent a fortune on. That was partially why her coat was so shiny and perfect. Affection warmed me. I loved how much he loved his dog.
He lowered to put the dish before her, his shirt stretching across his broad, muscled back as he reached out to pet her. “That’s it, sweetheart. Good girl,” he murmured as she ate.
Then he stood and turned to face me. His eyes dropped to my bare legs and traveled slowly upward until I felt like my knees were blushing from his intense perusal. When his gaze caught on my breasts, they seemed to tighten against the fabric of the dress, my nipples peaking into needy little buds.
“I know I promised dinner first …” His voice was hoarse with sexual want. “But if I don’t get inside you soon, I might lose my fucking mind.”
Triumph—exultant, smug triumph—flooded me along with wet arousal. “I’ve wanted you inside me since the first time I walked through this door. Dinner can wait.”
His eyes narrowed. “You should know I like to be in charge. If you don’t like something we’re doing, we stop, but otherwise when we’re in there”—he indicated toward the bedroom with a jerk of his chin—“I’m the boss.”
I shivered with excitement and knew I could probably come with his rumbling those three words in my ear. “Okay.”
“To clarify, anytime we’re having sex, whether it’s in that room or bent over a table, I’m the boss.”
An erotic image filled my mind, and I sucked in a breath. “Have you been thinking about bending me over a table?”
Ramsay took a step toward me. “Every time you lie and evade about the threats against you, I’ve wanted to bend you over the nearest surface and smack your arse until you tell me the truth.”
“Oh.” I wheezed out as my arousal deepened.
Funny. If Hugh or any ex had said such a thing to me, I probably would have sneered at them and told them to go fuck themselves.
Ramsay threatening to spank me … okay, wow.
New kink activated.
What was happening to me?
His lip curled at the corner. “Then I’d fuck you until you screamed for me.”