A Hollywood Bride(48)

When he finally lets my nipple go with a pop, I can barely think, my body is so close to shattering. He undoes the front clasp on my bra and pushes it out of the way.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he says. “Beautiful.” His hand glides down my torso, then he yanks my skirt and panties off in a sudden motion, making me gasp. “Wet.” He cups my soaked pussy and groans. “Mine.” He then takes his glistening fingers to his mouth and licks. “Sweet.”

He’s still wearing clothes. I lick my lips. “Get naked,” I say.

He stands, smiling slightly. “Come help me.”

My eyes narrowed, I get up. My knees are a little wobbly from the pleasure singing through my veins, but I manage to keep my balance. Besides, I know he’s going to catch me if I fall.

I push his shirt over his head, revealing the gorgeous, rippling muscles. Hair sprinkles his thick pectorals. I place a hand over his heart and feel it thundering a hundred miles an hour despite his cocky smile. I let my fingers glide lower. Every square inch of his stomach is defined, not an ounce of fat anywhere. “Your abs should be framed and hung on a wall,” I murmur.

“Nobody would be able to afford it.” Despite his light tone, there is need coloring his voice.

As I reach lower to unbuckle his pants, he plays with my nipples and squeezes my ass. My blood is back to boiling, and I give him a stern look. “If you do that, I can’t focus.”

“Never said I’d let you focus,” he whispers hotly against my neck.

I shiver. My concentration is shot, and he knows it. He lowers himself until he can take my other nipple into his mouth and suck.

My mind spins away. Another layer of syrupy pleasure settles over me, and I don’t even care that now my inner thighs are slick as well. He settles me back on the bed. The suction of his mouth suddenly increases, and he runs one long finger along the wet flesh below, then circles my clit.

I scream as a sudden orgasm jolts through me like lightning. He gives me a wicked grin. “That sensitive, huh?”

I pant. When I can get enough air to speak, I say, “Pregnant women tend to be more responsive.”

The grin widens. “Oh really? This is going to be even more fun than I thought.” He glides down my body, stroking my breasts tenderly. “Now I can eat you up like I’ve been thinking about,” he murmurs, “make you come over and over again.”

He spreads my thighs, his hands gentle but firm. He takes his time, licking my inner thighs, inch by torturous inch. His tongue must be magic because everywhere it touches, I feel nothing but searing desire. It’s as though he’s branding me as his.

When he finally takes my clit in his mouth, I’m so close that I clench my hands to keep from climaxing. “You can come again,” he whispers, uncurling my hands. “You can come as many times as you want.” Our hands link as he dips his head back down…

…and I let go.

He isn’t finished. His glorious, greedy mouth keeps sending thunderclaps of pleasure through my body. My spine bows until it feels like it’s going to break, but he is merciless. I no longer know the number of times I’ve screamed his name. After a while, I can’t even do that because my brain is fried.

When he finally untangles our hands, I’m a puddle of spent flesh. The mansion could collapse on us right now, and I wouldn’t care.

Ryder gets rid of the rest of his clothes with remarkable economy and returns to bed. His cock is thick and hard, its head almost touching his belly. He positions himself between my legs until the tip is pushing slightly into my dripping, swollen pussy.

His mouth is back on mine, his kiss savage but no less sweet. “My god, I love—”

My heart stops for a moment. Is he…?

A quick pause, then he continues, “I love what you do to me. I love what I can do to you. I love the way you lose yourself with pleasure with me.” His whispered words fan against my ear.

A small thread of disappointment knots around my heart. Of course he wasn’t about to say, “I love you.”

But when he cradles my face between his big, strong hands and pushes into me, while looking into my eyes, disappointment is the furthest thing from my mind. Bone-deep pleasure begins to crest, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the peak.

The connection I feel with him leaves me breathless. My heart swells with emotion, and tears leak from the corners of my eyes. But still, I don’t look away. I spread my legs wider and welcome him into me.

When the orgasms barrel through both of us, we cry out and hold on tight, as though afraid of losing each other in a tempest sea.





Chapter Eighteen