Hustle Him (Bank Shot Romance #2)(36)
Author: Jennifer Foor

He reached over and grabbed my hand and lifted it to his lips. “I never meant to hurt you that night. What you felt, I felt too. God, I can’t even explain it. All I can come close to is that you woke me up and showed me that I could be happy again. I’m so sorry I sent you away, Vessa. I just had all of these feelings fighting inside of my head. I didn’t know what to do. When you left me that night, I did a lot of thinking about what I wanted. By the next morning, I knew what I had to do.”

I let go of his hand. “Obviously, it had nothing to do with me, since it took you so long to walk back into my life.”

He slid his body off the pool table and got right in my face. This time, he grabbed both of my hands with his. “That’s where you’re wrong, Vessa. You’re so wrong.” He kissed me softly on the lips and pulled away to look at me again. He was smiling and I just wasn’t used to seeing him act this way. “I packed my things and went home.”

I couldn’t believe it. While I was lying in bed crying, he was going out and doing something so brave. I moved my hands from his and wrapped them around his back. My head fell against his chest as I listened to what he was telling me. I felt his arms match mine and we just stood there holding each other.

“The gravesite was the hardest for me. Well, that, and being around my in-laws. They weren’t exactly jumping up and down to see me. Anyway, my parents had gone through Hell worrying about me. I should have never shut them out. I get it now.”

“So seeing them helped?” I kept my head against his chest, listening to his heart beating.

“Yeah, but the meeting helped me more. I found this group of people that had also lost loved ones. We all had different stories, but shared the same common interest. It helped so much that when I came back to town, I finally broke down and started seeing a therapist. I have a long way to go, but I can already see that I didn’t survive that accident to waste my life away. You said that you thought you could help me, but what if we met that night because we were supposed to help each other.”

“With what? I’m doing okay.” I didn’t need help getting a divorce, that’s for sure.

“To love again.” The words vibrated off his body. I finally lifted up my head and looked him right in the eyes. “I know you love me, Vessa.”

My cheeks were burning red. I couldn’t lie about it. I shouldn’t have felt that way, but I did and he knew it. “How would you know how I feel?”

He brushed the hair away from my face and kissed my forehead, keeping his lips against my skin. “Because, I’m in love with you, too.” He laughed, but kept his lips on my head. “I wasn’t sure at first. I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me. That’s why I pushed you away. I couldn’t give you that kind of hope if it wasn’t real. After being without you, even the first night, I think I knew it was real. The longer I was away from you, the more empty I felt inside. Then when I saw you for the first time again, I was positive.” He kissed me again and then put his hands on either sides of my cheeks. Our lips met and I felt his tongue teasing mine. He pulled away, just far enough to stop kissing me and talk. “I knew you were supposed to be with me. Vessa, I don’t believe in fate, but I swear you were sent here to be with me.”

I started to cry. Never, in a million years, would I ever have expected this to be happening. This intense connection that I felt for him had been mutual. At that moment, nothing else mattered. I grabbed his hair in my hands and pulled him into a deep sultry kiss. Since we were already almost naked, He picked me up and lifted me up on the pool table. After climbing on top of me, I used my toes to side down his boxer briefs. He ripped off my bra and had my panties down to my knees before I could offer to help.

Ramsey’s hands moved up and down my legs. He massaged each of my thighs while watching himself. I ached for him to touch me in other places, so I touched between my legs myself. He licked his lips and cupped one of my br**sts while watching my hand pleasuring myself. He leaned down and kissed my stomach with his tongue. I felt him removing my hand and something warm replaced it. When I held up my head I saw what it was and almost screamed out in ecstasy. He was kissing me everywhere, using his lips and tongue while exploring the most sensitive part of me. Ramsey kept one hand on my chest. He squeezed my ni**les and looked up at me, while his tongue moved up and down my tiny bud. I pictured just what his tongue was doing to me. I closed my eyes and thought about him sucking on my clitoris and when he actually did it, my body tightened and I lost all control of myself. My toes buckled and I grabbed a chunk of his hair in my fist. The more I needed him to stop, the more he licked. Rushes of pleasure flowed through every inch of my body. As he kissed his way up my body, I started to shiver. “Kiss me.”

I kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. It made me so hot for him, just knowing how he’d made me feel. My hand reached down and took his hard c**k into my grip. His skin was so smooth and I loved the way it felt when I ran my closed hand up and down the shaft. His thickness was exactly the right size to please me, but not hurt. My inexperience seemed irrelevant when it came to being with this man.

He reached over and grabbed the cue ball and ran it from my neck, down to my waist. I watched him smile when he took it and started rubbing it over my wet sex. It was smooth and cold and the weight of it was enough pressure to get me to beg for more. “Don’t stop.”

He smiled, “I’m just getting started. You like it, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“I’ve had so much time to think of all the ways I wanted to pleasure you. I couldn’t wait to taste your pu**y. I dreamed about how good you would taste on my tongue.” He removed the ball and licked me with his tongue again. “It’s even better.”

“Oh, it’s happening again!” I screamed out something that I wasn’t sure was even English as Ramsey’s tongue sent me into euphoria. I bit down on my lip so hard that I drew blood. While trying to catch my breath, Ramsey climbed up and filled his mouth with one of my br**sts, while pinching the nipple of the other. My sex was still throbbing as I felt his hard erection rubbing against it. He positioned his body overtop of mine and without the help of any hands, he slid right in. I was embarrassed about how wet I was, but Ramsey used it to his advantage. He moved so slow, pacing himself, just like he did the first time. Then he took his hand and lifted my arm up into the air. He kissed my tattoos from my wrist to my shoulder. It was so intimate, so intense. People had always judged me because of it and here was this man who loved everything about me.