Page 96 of Imperfect Arrangement

But before I can jump off that cliff, he pulls his mouth and finger away, and I feel…abandoned.

My quivering clit waits for his tongue, but Ray kisses my lower stomach instead.

With my hands still on his hair, I try to push him down to my waiting sex, where I’m aching to be touched, to be brought to that climax that was so close. But Ray nips my hip instead as his warm big palms come up to cup my breasts, kneading them. He keeps trailing wet kisses on my pelvis, my thigh, which is still bent around his shoulder. Finally, he brings his mouth back to my hot core.

He licks my clit and kisses it softly once before taking it into his mouth hard and slowly sliding two fingers into my sex. I’m once again close to that peak, but before I can cross over, he pulls away. Again.

“Ray. Fuck. No.”

He stands abruptly while I’m almost whining. His breath is hot against my lips, and his mouth tastes ofmewhen he kisses me this time.

I’m now a hot mess, grinding myself against him and the wooden door to feel any part of him.

“Shh. I told you I’ll show you what it means to belong here, to be mine, and that’s how it’ll feel, baby,” he growls. “I’ll make you mad, I’ll make you crazy, but I’ll also take care of you. Always, Wills. I’ll always have your back. You can always count on me.”

His words take my breath away. It’s like he knew my biggest fear and now he’s clawing away one brick after another that I’ve placed around my heart to keep it safe.

“Ray…please,” I plead as he drives me and my heart crazy with desire and feelings.

“What do you want, Firefly?”

My eyes open and meet his as he takes off his shirt. I don’t hesitate, caressing the muscles of his broad chest, his shoulders, the way I wanted to the other night after seeing him shirtless.

“I want you. All of you. Don’t pull away anymore,” I whisper. This time it’s me kissing him, stroking his tongue with my own.

He groans as his hands run over my ribs before settling on my breasts and his fingers tweak my nipples.

“You’ve always unraveled me with your words, Wills.” He grabs my messy bun and pulls my head back and licks my open neck. His hands move away from me just long enough for him to take off his pants and boxers.

His cock springs out, hard and heavy, and instinctively I reach for him and stroke him. Raymond is a pure man—beautiful, masculine, strong in every way.

“You feel so damn good, Firefly. But I don’t want to come in your hand, or your mouth for that matter. Tonight, I want to feel you around me as we both reach the climax together.”

My hands come to a halt and his eyes open.

“What happened?” Before I can pull away, he covers my hand with his. “Willow, what is it?”

“Nothing.” I shrug, glancing away. I try to rub him, try to bring his attention back to this hot moment, but his grip on me tightens.

“Wills?”

“I haven’t given a blow job. Ever. That’s it. It’s no big deal.”

Surprise flashes on his face before he asks slowly, one eyebrow raised, “You don’t like it?”

“How would I know, when I’ve never done it? I swear, I didn’t intentionally try to be a prude, it just never happened.” My throat chokes. I try to move away, when Raymond holds my chin, bringing my gaze back to him.

“You’re holding my cock, Wills. Don’t you see how happy he is that someday I’ll get to show you how much you can own a man with just your mouth? For now, wrap your legs around me, baby.”

And I do. My legs wrap around his waist, and he slowly rubs the tip of his cock against my opening before brushing it against my clit.

“How do you feel?” Ray asks, effortlessly moving my body so my lips slide up and down the length of him.

“So good.”

He grins as he looks at me. “That’s only the start, baby.”

He carries me to the bed as if I weigh nothing. Instead of placing me down, he sits, his back resting against the headboard, and holds me against his lap until I’m straddling him.