“Oh,” I squeak.
“But first…” His face is close to mine. He’s so good-looking it makes my breath catch again. “Can I kiss you?”
I nod wordlessly and his mouth covers mine. His kisses are as addictive as I remember. Slow and teasing. Deep and drugging. His lips brush over mine, and every time I try to drive the kiss deeper, he eases away slightly. My breathing grows shallow. Next thing I know, he pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. My hands lock around his neck. His are around my waist, fingers stroking where the hem of my thin sweater meets the waistband of my denim skirt. He finds bare skin and my body sizzles.
This time, when I deepen the kiss, he lets me. He unleashes a soft, growly sound from the back of his throat, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. As my tongue slicks over his, I become aware of my phone buzzing.
“Ugh,” I mumble. “I need to check that.”
“No,” he mumbles back, holding the side of my face to kiss me again.
“I have to. Mya took the train to Manhattan this weekend and she promised she’d text me when she got home. Want to make sure she made it back safe.”
As I bend toward the nightstand for my phone, Ryder tortures me by kissing my neck, his face buried in my skin. I shiver at how good it feels.
“Let me just tell her—” I halt when I notice the screen.
CASE:
Want to hang out tonight?
“Forget it,” I say a little too fast. “It’s not her.”
Ryder doesn’t miss the change in my tone. “Yeah? Who is it, then?”
“Someone else.”
As I’m trying to shove the phone away, he peeks at the screen. Seeing the notification, he lets out a low, mocking laugh.
“Hmmm. Should we tell him?”
“Don’t be an ass.” Sighing, I put the phone aside.
“No, maybe we should.” His voice is silky. A rasp of provocation. “Let’s tell him all about how you’re in my lap—” He tugs me back onto said lap, then captures my surprised squeak with another blistering kiss. He lifts his lips slightly, his breath tickling me. “Let’s tell him how much you like having my tongue in your mouth.”
“Who says I do?” I’m breathless, because his lips are exploring mine, his tongue teasing me into oblivion.
He breaks the kiss again. We’re both breathing hard now.
“You love it,” he taunts.
“You love it too,” I taunt back.
“Yes, I do,” he growls before our mouths collide.
It’s the hottest make-out session of my life. Hungry and desperate. And just when I think my heart can’t pound any faster, his hands snake their way underneath my shirt. I gasp when he lifts it up and over my head and throws it on the pristine hardwood floor. He gazes at my thin bikini bra, as if captivated by it. My nipples are poking right through the barely there material.
Ryder bites his lip. He reaches up and toys with the outline of one rigid bud. “I want you naked,” he mutters.
“Then get me naked.”
Without another word, he pulls my bra over my head. It joins my shirt on the floor. Next thing I know, I’m on my back and his hands are on the waistband of my skirt and panties. He drags them both down my legs. Throws those away too.
I lie there naked. Completely at his mercy. Squirming. Meanwhile, he remains fully dressed while his eyes admire my body.
“What are you doing?” I ask weakly. Impatient for him to do something.
“Looking my fill. You have no idea how incredible you are.”
I swallow. I start to feel vulnerable under his heated perusal. Finally, he has mercy on me. His big capable hand glides up my stomach, along my rib cage, to cup one breast. Pleasure skitters through me. My hips arch slightly, drawing his gaze between my legs.
“So fucking nice,” he murmurs. “Spread your legs. Wider. Let me see you.”
It’s so erotic to have him look at my most intimate place like this. He touched me in the shower, had his fingers inside me, but right now I’m a feast splayed out for him.
Visibly affected, he wrests his gaze off me. He tweaks one nipple before climbing off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
He doesn’t go far, though. He gets on his knees on the floor, eyes gleaming as he slowly pulls my body toward the foot of the bed. When my ass reaches the end, he uses both hands to part my thighs. My pulse speeds up.
He curses. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to do this the other night. If we hadn’t been interrupted…”
“Then what?”
“My tongue would have been inside you.”
That deliciously filthy mouth lowers and he plants a long, lingering kiss between my legs. With a rough moan, he licks a hot stripe along my clit.
My hips jerk off the bed.
That makes him chuckle. His tongue toys with my clit for a moment, while one finger teases a path down my slit to my opening, which is pooling with desire.
He slips the finger inside, then peers up to smile at me. Almost feral. “Why are you so wet?”
“You know why,” I gasp.
“Say it.”
“Because I’m turned on. You turn me on.”
There’s something insanely erotic about this encounter. The sun is only now beginning to set, its leftover light streaming in through the sheer curtains. Those same shards of light play on his gorgeous face and make his blue eyes shine, the gleam of arousal more pronounced. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sexier sight than when he licks his lips before dipping his head again. He rumbles in appreciation when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks gently. As if he has all the time in the world, he teases my body, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
I get restless, writhing on the mattress.
He lifts his head. “Are you going to come if I keep doing this? Or would you rather come while I’m fucking you?”
“Both.”
His lips curve in approval. “Greedy girl.”
A flush rises on my breasts. My whole chest is warm with the heat of desire. And excitement. Adrenaline. Ryder adds another finger and then thrusts both while his tongue laves my clit. He maintains that pace until I’m moaning, one hand tangling in his hair.
“Keep doing exactly that,” I plead.
When the orgasm comes, it rolls through me in a hot rush. Pure bliss dances across my nerve endings and has my hips bucking, pushing me closer into his hungry mouth, my thighs locking his head in place.
He growls in approval and takes it like a champ. He’s chuckling by the time I release him. “That was so hot.”
I’m still gasping for air, naked and quivering, when he stands and begins to undress. He pulls his shirt off. Lets it fall. He’s enormous. His height. His muscular chest. When his fingers snap open the button of his jeans, I sit up and crawl toward him on all fours.
“Holy shit, you have no idea how good you look right now.” He groans and reaches for his zipper.
“Let me.” And then I’m on my knees, reaching for him. I wanted to touch him so badly in the shower the other day, and he wouldn’t let me. Now he’s at my mercy.
I unzip his pants, slide my fingers under the waistband, and then push the jeans and boxers down his hips. A second later, his impressive dick springs up and soars toward his navel. I saw the outline of it in the shower, but now it’s real, thick and heavy in my hands.