Ready or Not (The Love Game Book 4) by Elizabeth Hayley (i wanna iguana read aloud txt) 📗

But he was looking at me with that sweet smile and those hopeful eyes, and I couldn’t resist. I’d worry about later…later.

I closed the distance between us, pressing my mouth to his. The contact made me gasp, causing my lips to part.

Ransom took full advantage of the opening, pushing his tongue into my mouth and tangling his with mine.

This wasn’t our first kiss, but it somehow felt that way. Everything was out in the open now. We both knew exactly who we were kissing, messy baggage and all. And as we devoured each other, I wanted to get closer. Needed to. So I pushed up and threw a leg over his lap so I was straddling him.

I felt his hard length pushing into me as I sat on him, and lust burned through me. I wove my hands into his hair and held on as he moved his down my back until they slipped beneath the hem of my shirt.

Moaning at the way he kneaded my skin, I broke the kiss so I could get a breath. Ransom trailed openmouthed kisses down my neck as I ground down onto him. He moved one of his hands around to fondle my breast over my shirt, and my eyes rolled heavenward.

When I dropped my gaze back to Ransom, I registered where we were. Not that I’d forgotten necessarily, but there was nothing quite like my eyes catching on a family portrait of my boss hanging on the wall.

“Ransom,” I whispered.

He hummed at me but didn’t stop his exploration of my body.

“We can’t do this here.”

All I got was another hum, so I gripped his hair and pulled.

When his face was tilted toward mine, he looked dazed. It was a great feeling to know I made him look that way.

“We’re in the middle of Harry’s living room with Cindy asleep upstairs.”

It took a minute for reality to set back in, but I saw the moment when what I said registered. But that look was quickly replaced with one of determination. He stood, me in his arms, and began walking toward the stairs.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Where are we going?”

“Master bedroom.”

I gasped, scandalized. “We can’t do anything…sexual”—I hissed the word—“in Harry’s room.”

“I’ll clean the sheets first thing in the morning.”

“That’s not—”

Ransom stopped halfway up the stairs and turned so I was pressed against the wall. He ground himself into me and kissed me deeply. Then he pulled back just far enough to look in my eyes as his forehead rested against mine.

“If you really want to stop, I will. But if you’re just searching for excuses…” He let his sentence hang there, waiting for me to decide what I wanted.

I stared at him for a moment before drawing him into another kiss. He took that for the answer I’d intended it to be, because he resumed our trek to the bedroom.

When we got there, he walked to the bed and gently put me down on it before going back to lock the door.

“What do you want?” he asked as he made his way back to me.

“You.”

He crawled onto the mattress, causing me to lie back as he settled above me. “You have me. But I want to be clear about how far we want things to go.”

I stared up at his earnest face, knowing that if I said I just wanted to cuddle, he would. The future might come between us in any number of ways, but tonight we’d pushed everything else aside. And I wanted all of him in case I never had the opportunity again.

“I want everything.”

He smiled before pressing a chaste kiss to my lips and getting up from the bed.

I darted forward, sitting upright. Had he somehow misconstrued “everything”?

He reached into his jeans and withdrew his wallet, pulling a condom from it and tossing it onto the bed. Then he began removing his clothes, slowly, but not in the overexaggerated way he’d done when I’d seen him at Sophia’s bachelorette party. This was only for me, and I couldn’t tear my eyes from him as more and more skin became exposed.

His tight abs and corded muscles were covered with taut, golden skin that was smooth and perfect. When he was in only his boxers, he moved closer to the bed, reaching down and unbuttoning my jeans. I lay back, allowing him to disrobe me as he wanted.

He pulled my jeans down my legs before putting a knee on the bed so he could get close enough to pull off my shirt. Left in only my thong and bra, the cool air of the room caused goose bumps to pop up, but the searing way Ransom looked at me quickly warmed me.

He seemed unsure about where to go from here, as if he was worried he was moving too quickly. I arched my back so I could slip my arms around and unclasp my bra. Throwing it somewhere off the bed, I settled back and let Ransom look his fill.

His reached out to tweak a nipple before drifting his hands down to my underwear, pausing for a second as he looked at me with a question in his eyes.

I nodded, and he pulled the flimsy fabric down my legs, letting it fall to the floor. He quickly shed his own boxers before settling back on top of me.

Having his weight press me into the mattress was likely as close as I could get to experiencing heaven on earth. We let our hands roam as we kissed and ground against each other.

And when he finally put on the condom and pressed inside, all I felt was relief. It was like we’d been building toward this moment since we’d met, and finally getting there made me feel more content than I had in a long time.

Neither of us lasted as long as we probably wanted to. We were too desperate for it. When we finally crested, we did so together. Pleasure washed over me, pulling all my muscles tight before