Waking Eden (The Eden Series Book 3) by Rhenna Morgan

her stomach.
    Her crisp scent surrounded him. Filled his lungs so there was nothing else save the faint musk of her arousal. The Great One be praised, he wanted the taste of that on his tongue. Needed it.
    Pushing away from her urgent grip, he eased back. It was either that or break his promise and devour her. “Show me.”
    Shock and an uncertain quaver moved across her features. She glanced over one shoulder at the door.
    Oh, hell no. The woman was a walking sun goddess in petite form. No way was he letting her get in some bullshit headspace. “Stop.”
    Her gaze snapped back to his.
    Ramsay scooted to the top of the bed and rested his shoulders on the padded headboard. He motioned to the side closest to him. “Come here.”
    Her hands fluttered awkwardly at her waist and she wobbled unsteady on her heels beside him. Her black skirt teetered at the widest stretch of her hips.
    “Give me your hand,” he said.
    Her eyebrows pinched inward.
    “Your hand, Sunshine. Give it to me.”
    She held it out, cautious, as though ready to snatch it back.
    Ramsay stroked the inside of her wrist and tugged her closer. “You wanted to run. Why?”
    Her gaze zeroed in on his touch at her pulse. “I’ve never…” She swallowed and met his gaze. “No man has ever seen me.”
    His cock jerked and lengthened farther. A barely contained growl vibrated at the hollow of his neck. He pressed her hand to the insistent bulge behind his jeans. “You did this.” He guided her palm up and down his shaft and flexed his hips into her touch. “Your smile, your words, your kiss.” With a pointed look, he scanned her semi-dressed body. “And that was before I saw a damned thing underneath.”
    He relinquished her hand and tucked both of his behind his head. “Now show me. Own it.”
    The challenge brightened her dark eyes. She straightened and her shoulders pushed back at a tentative, but proud angle as she sucked in a deep breath. She rested her hands at her hips and licked her lower lip.
    He fisted his hands, biceps straining to stay situated.
    The skirt swished to the floor and pooled around those prim but oh-so-naughty black pumps.
    Damn. He gave up keeping his hands contained and palmed his cock through his jeans, eyeballing the most amazing curves and creamy flesh on the planet. “Oh, no, Sunshine. You do not doubt your beauty. Ever.”
    He stroked the curve of her hip, her skin as soft as the silk panties barely covering the sweet stretch between her legs. He was so getting his tongue there. Licking and sucking until she screamed the damn building down.
    Trailing his gaze up to her face, he squeezed her hip. “Still with me?”
    A pretty flush stretched across her collarbone and cheeks, and her breath moved in and out raggedly. “Very.”
    Best. Answer. Ever.
    Unleashing more of his power than he should, he dragged her across him and onto the bed and took her mouth. Her flavor consumed him. Hell, everything about her did. Scent. Touch. The whole package.
    He tugged her bra straps over her shoulders, teasing her skin along the way with the gentle scrape of his nails and licking between her breasts. A quick pinch of his fingers behind her back and the hooks slipped free. He pulled the offensive silk away and tossed it to the floor.
    His breath seized and a maddened hammering started up in his chest. Perfect. Soft ivory globes tipped in pale pink. Not too full, not too small. Just enough to fill his hands and tempt his mouth.
    He rose to his knees and savored her innocent yet sultry pose, one knee cocked to cover the last scrap of fabric. His eyes locked on the heels she still wore. God, this woman had abso-fucking-lutely no damned clue how much power she held.
    He circled one ankle, teased the arch of her foot with the barest stroke, and pulled the shoe free. It clattered to the floor with a muted thunk.
    Her hand splayed wide across his thigh, as if the contact might somehow better ground her. “What are you thinking?”
    Ramsay