The Shocking Truth About Ramsey by Jennifer L. Ray Read Free Book Online Page A

 As if he had been holding his breath, Jackson breathed deeply several times before bending over, putting his elbows on his knees, and resting his head in his hands. 
    "You're trying to kill me," he murmured.  "Talk Ramsey.  Tell me what you've been doing all these years.  Explain to me why you haven't been in any relationships.  Don't tell me you were waiting on me either.  I need to know what the Hades is going on with you and your family." 
    "My family has nothing to do with this," she said defensively.  
    Jackson looked at her.  He took a moment and really looked at her.  She was adorable with her hair all over her head.    She still wore her lab coat with her doctor's inscription on it.  Ramsey Laughterdale, M.D.   Intelligent, educated, but messed up on the inside.  He could see it clearly.  Pam had done a number on her.  She hadn't had the freedom of speech and expression he'd grown up with.  As a result, even though she was an adult, she had missed a lot of emotion along the way and all she wanted from him was a lesson in lovemaking.  
    "Ramsey, your mom has everything to do with this.  Come here," he said gently. 
    She came and sat beside him.  Jackson reached for her hand and placed it flat against his chest.  
    "What do you feel," he asked. 
    "Your heart is beating pretty fast, Jackson.  You should relax," she said simply and pulled her hand away. 
    "Don't be mad at me, Ramsey.  Let's take it slow.  We'll work our way up to it.  Remember it wasn’t so good the first time?  That was because I rushed.  I hurt you didn't I?  Wasn't there blood," he asked.  He felt she needed to talk about what happened. 
    "Yes," she said uncomfortably.  "There was just a little blood, but mostly just your .....stuff." 
    "Are you sure," he asked again ignoring her disparaging referral to his semen.  
    Ramsey stood up and moved away from him.  "Look, I am a grown woman.  I don't want to have this conversation with you.  Why can't you just show me what it's really like, Jackson."  
    "Do you want to take a shower with me, Ramsey," he asked quietly.  
    Ramsey whipped around and faced him, her heart in her throat, "Yes," she said. 
    Jackson stood up, resolution in every step and every move he made.  He would not have her begging for sex from him.  She'd waited long enough for the real experience and this was his opportunity to shine.  This was something he was good at and he knew it.  He took her by the hand and pulled her against him.  One hand settled in the curve of her lower back and the other tilted her chin up.  He lowered his head and kissed her gently at first. By degrees the kiss deepened and became erotic as their tongues slid against one another.  The wet sounds of their kisses and harsh breathing mingled and filled the silence of the room.  
    Ramsey felt his hand move lower over her hips and she felt an uncontrollable need to squirm against him.  It felt so good to press her hips into his and she did it again and again. 
    "Easy girl," Jackson said hoarsely against her lips.  He put some space between them and helped her out of her lab coat.  "You can't be grinding against me right now.  Too much too soon.  Let me lead, Ramsey."  
    She raised her arms as he pulled her shirt over her head.  Standing stock still, she let him look his fill.  Ramsey was embarrassed, but not painfully so.  She knew she had great breasts.  She was an old people's doctor.  She'd seen some pretty bad ones. 
    "Beautiful," Jackson said.  Sliding his hand to her back he unhooked her bra and watched in rabid fascination as her breasts relaxed.  Full, creamy brown, breasts with dark chocolate nipples tantalized his senses.  Ramsey watched in slow motion as his tongue snaked out and slathered across his full bottom lip leaving a trail of moisture.  He then lowered his head and put those same lips against her nipple. She felt the wet warmth of the kiss and couldn't stifle the rush of air that