She licked her bottom lip and looked at his mouth. Those lips on hers… it would feel amazing. Surely she deserved a little fun after so long.
His gaze shifted to her mouth and he sucked in a ragged breath. The next moment, his lips were on hers. Sliding gently over until he found the perfect fit between them. Just warm, solid softness, light breaths, and a careful caress of his soft lips on hers. She sighed into it and opened without thinking, and his strong, deft tongue swiped inside, claiming, caressing, stroking, each movement making her a little hotter, a little weaker, a little achier in that place that kept responding to him against her better judgment.
He came forward, moving her back on the couch until he had her against the armrest. His hand wrapped around to cradle her head and tangle in her hair, and his other hand moved down her body, feeling each curve in his strong hand as if he were trying to memorize the feel of her. He drank in kisses, the feel of her soft curves, like a hungry man finding bounty, and she melted in his arms.
Ryder Hart was a kissing god.
She opened farther and met his tongue with hers, clashing, circling, moaning as he explored every sensitive spot within her mouth, making her think of a different kind of way he could be inside her, making her legs tighten and twist in anticipation and a tingling sensation settle between her thighs.
He seemed to sense it, and an excited growl rumbled from his chest as one hand moved to her breast. He caught her gasp of surprise as one deft finger flicked over her nipple, which was sticking out even in her bra. The sharp, pleasurable sensation had her arching back, and his hand covered her breast in a firm knead as he deepened the kiss even further.
She was past conscious thought. Past rational analysis. This was nothing by the numbers. This was fantasy, pleasure, joy all caught up in one moment, and she didn’t want it to end. She no longer wanted to question it. Whatever the cost was, she’d pay for it later.
And even though she knew with a slight ache that’s what had gotten her in trouble in the first place, she had no ability to say no to Ryder or this undeniable pleasure now.
He pulled back to massage both her breasts. He growled with satisfaction, and she could barely believe the lust burning in his eyes as he studied her expression. His thumbs moved over her sensitive nipples and she arched back with a low moan.
“You’re beautiful, Janna,” he murmured, pulling off her sweater with a smooth motion, revealing her in only a lacy lavender bra that contrasted her silky brown skin. “So amazingly beautiful. I could lick you all over.”
She couldn’t say anything, just arched to give him access to the back of her bra, which he undid easily, freeing her breasts.
“Oh hell yes,” he said, cupping her soft flesh in both hands. She knew she was large there, but his huge hands cradled her perfectly. “You’re so perfect, Janna. You bring out the animal in me.”
She saw something feral flash in his eyes, but she didn’t know how to describe it. And once he took one of her nipples in his able, hot mouth, she didn’t want to. Pleasure shot through her and she clenched her legs together again, almost as if her body were trying to deny her what she wanted. His hand moved between her thighs, parting her legs and putting one of his between them, holding her legs open. He finished sucking her nipple and flicked his tongue over it. She cried out and arched back at the sudden sensation.
He was too much and not enough all at once. She ached for him in her most sensitive place and found herself rubbing wantonly against his hard thigh. Thankfully, he moved back, sliding up against her with delicious friction that eased the ache inside her, but only somewhat. She needed him inside her, now.
But he seemed intent on taking his time, moving his huge leg against her while his hands kneaded her sensitive breasts and his lips took hers again, his tongue delving deep, promising rhythmic ability in other activities. He left her mouth to press kisses to her cheek, her jaw, her neck, and then stroking along the sensitive inner shell of her ear with a deft motion that had her crying out as his thigh pressed once more into the apex of her pleasure.
She hit her release with him touching her everywhere, owning her body, and keeping the rhythmic contractions going again and again as he moved against her, setting all of her nerves on overload and making her cry out over and over for relief from the overwhelming pleasure. When she finally settled, she found him pulling his shirt over his head.
She flushed in relief. She needed him inside her. Now. She’d never moved this fast, but she knew if she didn’t have this now, she’d always regret it. She could think about that later. Right now all she could think about was having the hard length of that thing bulging the front of his jeans buried inside her, warm and stimulating and stretching her as never before. Something like that, she’d never forget.