Free Waking Eden (The Eden Series Book 3) by Rhenna Morgan Page B

innocent, breathless voice lashed his conscience even as her heavy lidded eyes and flushed cheeks drew him back in. Praise The Great One, her breasts were full and lifted by lavender silk and lace like a damned offering. He’d bet everything he owned her nipples matched the pale pink of her lips. They wouldn’t stay that way long, though. They’d be a nice, rosy color after he’d licked and sucked them like a ripe fucking peach.
    “You’ve never done this.” It wasn’t a question. More like his common sense talking out loud.
    She flinched and tried to cover herself.
    Idiot. He snatched her wrists and pulled her close, her tight nipples rasping through the thin silk against his chest.
    A subtle tremor racked her body. “I’m sorry, I don’t know—”
    “Shhh.” Ramsay stroked her hair and shifted against her, his cock an uncomfortable ache behind his jeans. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Hell, if he was honest, she’d done everything right. Enough to make him forget his purpose.
    Praise The Great One, he was a leech. She was adopted. Probably didn’t have a clue about the necklace. He should have done this all different. Researched her through records or talked to people she worked with.
    But you didn’t because you want her, pendant or not.
    The thought lashed him. Hard. He leaned back, not enough to let her escape, but enough for eye contact.
    Chocolate eyes stared back at him. So honest and vulnerable, like a direct line to her soul. Guileless. Hungry.
    “I’ve never been anyone’s first kiss.” The realization rushed past his lips before it fully registered in his thoughts. Something foreign, almost primitive, flickered to life.
    You could have all her other firsts too.
    Oh, hell that was dangerous territory. Dangerous and barbarously pleasing. “Do you want more?”
    She bit her lip, fear creeping into her eyes for the first time since he’d walked through her front door. “I’d like that.”
    He nudged her head higher and stroked her jawline with his thumb. “Then I’ll give you more. Whatever you need. But we go slow.”
    “Why? I was fine and then you—”
    He stopped her with a finger at her lips. So soft and swollen from his kiss. The picture of them stretched around his cock flashed with excruciating detail. “Details, Sunshine. A woman like you deserves them.”
    Another shudder moved through her, but this time her breath caught with it.
    A bed. His mind stamped the demand and calculated the steps it would take to get from her office to the queen-size bed he’d marked on his way down the hall. Ten seconds max with her body pressed against him.
    He swept her into his arms and strode out and around the corner to her lamp-lit room in under five. Lowering her to her feet, he kissed the spot above the pendant. Her waist was tiny beneath his hands. Delicate. And yet a substantial power radiated from her core. One that drew him in with a velvet, iron fist.
    Slowly he turned them, teasing the swell of one breast with flicks of his tongue at the edge of her bra. He sat and centered her between his legs. With a lingering kiss against her sternum, he looked up and slid one hand to the closure at the back of her skirt.
    Her eyes were shut and her fingertips bit into his shoulders.
    “Give me your eyes, Sunshine.” He unfastened the button and pulled the zipper down. “Watch me while I look at you.”
    Her grip tightened, but she opened her eyes on a shaky exhale. “I’m scared.”
    Fuck. Responsibility and something else he couldn’t quite define settled on his shoulders.
    Her skirt hung loose on her hips, tiny scraps of lavender lace peeking out to tempt his fingers. One push and she’d be nearly bare, only curves, silk, and sexy heels left to shred his patience. “No pressure. Only what you want. However much you want.”
    He circled her belly button with his thumb and the muscles beneath quivered.
    “I want.” She slid one hand to the back of his head and urged his mouth toward