Live Wire (Ramsey Security #2)

I'm not surprised she ignores me. Was her kiss a sign of Saskia losing control or her way to regain the power from me? She's impossible to read with her stony expression and chilly eyes. Betraying her cold exterior, the kiss was hot and welcoming.

Mom and Nell talk about their worries over the trip to New York City. They fear the unknown. We've lived in this house in this suburb since the attack. We shop at the same stores and visit the same restaurants. This place gives us a false sense of security in an insecure world. Now we're heading to a big city filled with possible threats and Mom is second guessing everything.

"These interviews will help sell the book," Marx says.

"Why can't we do them with via satellite, so we don't need to leave the house?"

"I know you're nervous, but we have more than interviews planned. Besides, Saskia and Minka have all the security in order."

Mom and Nell look to Saskia who gives a curt nod. Marx rubs her the wrong way. He's too curious about her secrets, so she hides even more whenever he shares a room with her.

"Minka will be there too," Nell says, likely pissing off Saskia.

"See?" Marx asks. "They'll handle the security while you'll enjoy a working vacation."

Sharing a worried glance, Mom and Nell fall silent. I'm happy for the lack of chatter. I don't want to think of unfamiliar cities or being grilled in interviews. My mind and body only want to relive the hotter than hell kiss from the ice princess sitting across from me at dinner.

After Marx leaves, Saskia does her perimeter check. I sit on the couch and watch Paranormal Witness. I need something creepy to distract me from my raging hard-on. I consider taking a cold shower, but the erection actually feels good. My entire body exudes power after too long of indifference. The only way I want to find pleasure is if it's inside Saskia.

"Don't talk to me," she says, walking through the family room with the dogs following her.

"You don't talk to me either," I mutter.

Saskia glances back and frowns, but I only give her a wink. She's being odd, and I'm fairly sure why. The answer makes my dick throb harder.

An hour later, the house is quiet when Saskia reappears. Mom and Nell are in their room for the night. Saskia stands next to the couch, pretending to watch TV. I pretend to watch it too.

"I feel you thinking about me again," I say without glancing at her.

Saskia sits on the arm of the couch and stares at me. Her gaze sets my already flushed skin on fire. When I glance up at her, she stares with the oddest expression.

"What are you thinking?" I ask softly, afraid to spook her.

"I don't eat glue."

Only a second passes before I understand the reference. Saskia leans down to kiss me. Her lips slide over mine, sucking hungrily. My hands wrap around her waist and pull her onto my lap. Saskia melts into my embrace. The ice queen quickly thaws in my arms.

Her kisses leave me breathless. I don't think about who she is or my past. I only wrap her tighter before picking her up and walking to my bedroom. No interruptions or distractions, I want Saskia alone.

Sitting on my bed, I shove one hand into her thick red hair and hold her on my lap with my other hand. Her tight little body wraps itself against me. Our lips suck wildly. Tongues explore feverishly. Everything happens too fast. Saskia yanks my shirt over my head. Pushing me back on the bed, she kisses my scarred chest without any hesitation.

A moment of awkwardness never materializes, and my control snaps. She's too beautiful, and my cock has been hard for too long. I'm past playful making out. I ache for relief.

Saskia lifts her arms when I pull up her shirt. Her small perky tits hide behind a plain white bra. My fingers roughly tug the straps down and cups aside until I can wrap my lips around her hard pink nipple.

Purring something in her native tongue, Saskia digs her fingers into my hair and holds me still. I smile at how her body shivers from the pleasure. When my teeth nip at the hard flesh, she grinds her crotch against my thigh. Her jeans do little to disguise the heat between her legs.

Saskia tips my head back and sucks my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers tug off her bra and toss it on the floor. Lips never leaving mine, she stands on the bed and holds onto my shoulders for balance. I pop the button on her jeans and slide them down her silky thighs.

Kicking off the jeans, Saskia releases my lips and gazes down at me with a look of wild passion. I never imagined I'd see her eyes so electric. Before she can lower herself, I wrap my arms around her legs and nuzzle my face against her simple white panties.

Saskia exhales painfully, and her legs tremble. Her arousal soaks through the fabric. Licking the wet slit, I tug aside her panties and lick again.

Still murmuring in another language, Saskia trembles in my arms. My tongue presses deeper, tasting her swollen clit.

"Fuck," she whimpers.