He loved her tenderly, with his mouth, his hands, warming her and getting her ready by treasuring each inch of her skin he could reach. Feeling, caressing, stroking, pinching, laving.
He got her bra off and raised her up so he could take her nipple in his mouth. As he tasted it and she threw her head back in ecstasy, he seemed to lose all control. He walked quickly forward to drop her on the couch, then looked it over as if it weren’t good enough and picked her back up in his arms and carried her against his chest into the bedroom.
A little thrill went through her. They’d have a full time together tonight, not a rushed interlude on the couch.
The mattress was soft and large, and he settled her on it gently but then crawled over her with a growl, his large body covering hers as he nearly purred with satisfaction.
If this was the kind of passion Ryder Hart used to acquire companies, then she could understand why he was a billionaire.
He kissed her neck as he slid her panties off her legs. He lifted his head and his sapphire eyes darkened to nearly onyx as he breathed in the air in the room.
“You smell amazing.”
She swatted him with her hand. “Ew, don’t talk about it.”
He dipped his head between her legs and inhaled again, let out a hoarse oath, and came forward to claim her mouth with a potent strength unlike any she’d ever experienced. When he was done ravaging her mouth and she was gasping for air and imagining wickeder things he could do to her, he lifted his head and smiled that cocky smile that made her knees go weak.
He wasn’t a man to smile often, but when he did, it was a knockout.
“I’ll talk about it if I want,” he said. “I love everything about you.” He drew his lips down the center of her chest, kissing the inside curves of her breasts as he gathered them gently in his large hands. It felt so good to be held by a man. If someone could invent a bra that cupped her like this, she’d buy ten of them.
A week.
Her breasts felt treasured. Every part of her felt awake and alive as his touch moved over her. He seemed determined to trace his ownership on every inch of skin, grazing her ankle and toes, kissing her inner thigh and turning her over to do the same with her back. When he sat back on his knees and lifted her hand to press a kiss to the tips of her fingers, she squirmed in anticipation. Her whole body felt more sensitive the longer he continued. The foreplay was torture.
When he sucked one of her fingers into his hot mouth, as no one had ever done before, she was shocked by the powerful pleasure that rocked through her.
The sight of that huge, strong man gazing at her with lust as she relinquished her hand and came forward over her tortured body nearly did her in, but he pressed his mouth over hers and slowed things down as he gently stroked with his tongue and wrapped his arms around her.
He moved and whispered against her ear in a way that tickled. “Can I taste you everywhere?”
“I think you have,” she gasped out, unable to keep from smiling.
“Not everywhere,” he replied in a husky voice, drawing one finger over the soft thatch at the top of her thighs.
“Oh,” she gasped. “That. Um, sure.”
It was something she’d never let Scott do, something she’d been too embarrassed to ask for, though he’d demanded blowjobs. She got the sense he was slightly grossed out by the idea. But Ryder seemed positively hungry, and she longed to be appreciated that way. To feel that no part of her was dirty as woman. To be loved even where she was most insecure.
His hands kneaded her belly gently as he moved down the bed. “Relax,” he said, smoothing a hand over her soft middle before using his other to part her legs in one smooth motion.
He was so strong. She knew he could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, but he’d asked. He’d been gentle and concerned about her feelings.
Ryder Hart was definitely too good to be true. And she was no fool. But even if this ended up breaking her heart, it was worth it. A memory to keep for forever.
She’d never forget him.
As he lowered his mouth and kissed her center gently, she felt her muscles tense up further, desperate for release. She reached down and dug her hands in his hair. She was already so close from everything else he’d done. Everything he did had an impact on her.
“Harder,” she gasped.
He sucked down right over her center and then swirled his tongue in a slow circle around and over it, and she screamed and arched back in the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.
But he didn’t let go, licking and sucking and kissing as she writhed against him and was sent into another rhythmic orgasm, her body contracting all over as waves of pleasure and relief roared from head to toe. Even the fingers where he’d kissed her. Every inch of her body, like he’d been setting it up that way just by paying that kind of attention to her.