Hustle Him (Bank Shot Romance #2)(27)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“Was last night our first kiss?”

I felt shamed again. He was starting to remember little details and of course, that was one of the first to come back to him. “I think you know the answer.”

“I don’t remember much. I went into work that morning like every other day. When I found out that the paper had printed that article, I left and bought every damn copy that I could find. That’s when I started hitting the bottle so hard. Please tell me that I didn’t make a fool out of myself. Did I hurt you or try to do something that you didn’t want to do?”

I almost laughed out loud. “Of course not! It was wrong of me to let you think I was your wife. I know you never would have kissed me otherwise. You were just so messed up and I didn’t want you to get upset. I had no idea how you would react. Besides, do you really think I would have wanted to kiss you the next day if you hurt me in any way? Ramsey, I …I just want us to be friends. I like you…more than I probably should be admitting.”

He finally turned his body and faced me. My hand was still in his. He looked down at it and then scrunched up his face, like he was in pain. “I like you too, Vessa. That’s why we shouldn’t be friends.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Every time I look at you, I feel like I’m cheating on my wife.”

There was nothing that I could say to that. I couldn’t talk my way out of it. So instead of saying something that could hurt his feelings, or my own, I just sat there.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I know you have enough on your plate,” he replied.

“I didn’t plan on falling for you, Ramsey.” Tears were forming and I was too afraid to look at him to see his reaction.

“We can’t be together. I still love her. I can’t stop.” His grip tightened, like he was breaking up with me, but not yet willing to let me walk away.

I nodded. It wasn’t like I didn’t understand. How could he not love her anymore? She was his life. “I know.” I stood up and pulled my hand out of his. I felt a chill overwhelm me. It was like his comforting hands had made me feel safe for the first time in my life. I’d never felt anything like that before. “I should probably go.”

He stood up and followed me to the door. I could see in his eyes that he was just as confused as me. “I wish it could be different, Vessa.”

“Yeah,” I cried, “me too.”

Once I hit the porch, I never looked back on my way to my car. I don’t think that I realized how much I wanted Ramsey Towers, until that happened. It was so intense and I couldn’t explain the connection that I felt to him.

It didn’t matter though. We couldn’t be together for so many reasons.

It just wasn’t meant to be.

Chapter 13

Ramsey

It felt like the walls of life were closing in on me. I thought I would be angry for finding out that Vessa knew about my family. Instead, I felt relief. She sat there without judging me and took care of my pathetic ass.

I felt myself more attracted to her than ever before. Of course, this was after I told her that I could never be with her. I stood on the other side of my door, knowing damn well that I only had a matter of seconds to stop her from driving right out of my life for good.

Was I really willing to just let her go?

I thought back to the dream about Jules that had turned to Vessa. The overwhelming guilt was filled with need. Jules was in my head, but Vessa was real. She wanted to touch me. I wondered if she could take away the pain, like Jules had always done.

When I heard the car start, I flung open the door and went running. Vessa turned off her headlights when she saw me coming. She turned off the car and jumped out of it. I could tell that she was both hopeful and confused all at the same time. To explain without using words, I pulled her into my arms and pressed my lips into hers.

Right from the start, our kisses were more intense than the ones from the night before. These were filled with emotion, and for the first time, we both were on the same page. I lifted Vessa up, allowing her to wrap her petite legs around my waist. The palm of my hands were filled with her ass cheeks. I didn’t have to assume that my dick was hard as a rock already. That was a given. It had been too damn long since I’d been with someone.

Our kisses became ravenous on our way back inside the house. I used my leg to kick the door closed on account of not being able to stop on our way to my couch. I sat down first, so that she was sitting on top of me. The weight of her body took the wind out of me, at first, when she sat on top of my erection. Her magic tongue licked me, while her sweet lips kissed from one ear to the other. Vessa didn’t need to seduce me. I wanted it so badly that my dick was aching to be inside of her.

She rocked her body back and forth, while bending back to enable me enough room to reach under her top. Her skin was warm to touch and it felt so good against my course hands. When I got to the underneath of her bra, and slipped my hands inside, she let out a giggle. I could tell she was sensitive, so I put more pressure as I moved my fingers up to her smooth ni**les.

I couldn’t get over how smooth her skin felt and I just had to see what I was touching. Vessa seemed to get shy when I pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her br**sts half in and half out of her bra. I reached behind her back and unhooked it, pushing it out of my way. I know it seemed juvenile, but I actually licked my lips when I got the first look at her supple br**sts. Her ni**les weren’t fully erect and I couldn’t help but lean in and take them into my mouth, one at a time. She leaned back again; giving me the room I needed to explore every inch of both of her br**sts. As I pulled away from one, I left a trail a saliva over the nipple. My lips puckered up and I blew air over it. When her nipple got even harder, she grinded herself into me and moaned.

I looked straight into her eyes. They were full of desire. She teased me with her tongue, not letting me kiss her full on the mouth. I met her tongue in the air and then sucked it into my mouth. Fingernails tickled my sides as Vessa reached down and got ahold of the ends of my shirt. She only had to tug once before I helped her remove it. There was nothing that I wanted more than to be naked and ready for her.

Her cotton pants gave me easy access to be able to slide my hand down into them. When my fingers reached her panties, she took my arm and pushed it the extra couple inches to be touching her sex. I explored her pu**y with my fingers by separating her folds and using her wetness to glide inside. If her actions weren’t enough to drive me wild, her soaked pu**y did me in for sure. I located her tiny bud and rubbed it back and forth. When she began bucking her body into my hand, I knew she was getting off. I kept rubbing at the same pace until she finally relaxed again. I hated pulling my hand out from her pants, but she needed to be naked. I didn’t know how much longer I could sit there without coming.