Caged Heat(12)

“Oh god.” Moans rolled up her throat between kisses. She lolled her head to the side. He sucked, licked, and nipped her jaw and throat, turning her into an incoherent pile of nerves.

“Sam…” She wiggled on his hand. “Baby, you’re so wet. God, I never knew you’d be this hot, this responsive to my touch. Do you like it when I do this?” He curled a finger in her pussy and rubbed her G-spot.

She shuddered. “Oh lord. I love it.” She ground her hips into his hand. More. She wanted to come.

He licked the shell of her ear. “Shh. They’re going to hear us in the kitchen.”

What did he say? Her mind went blank. She spread her legs wide over his and leaned back into him. She ended up draped over him like a blanket. He continued to slide in and out of her pussy in lazy, short drives. Meanwhile he moved his other hand under her shirt, trailed up her stomach until he reached one of her breasts, and squeezed. She whimpered. Her body begged for harder penetration, for the feel of his cock inside, and for his body branding hers. Need and hunger for him made her ache. She’d never experienced this kind of desperation before. She might have been scared if her hormones hadn’t taken over her thinking and overridden all thoughts not centered on her lusty needs. Her legs shook, and her pussy grasped at his digits.

“Yes.” She whimpered. “Please, Ry. Make me come.”

“I’ll make you come so hard you’ll never want me out of your sight again.” His deep voice made the blood thicken in her veins. He tweaked at her nipple again, harder. He thumbed her clit, and his teeth grazed her shoulder in small nibbles. Tension gathered inside her. He turned rougher, growling softly by her ear at the same time he dominated her with his hands. He fondled her other breast and pinched her clit with two fingers.

Once she was at the edge of an ecstasy free fall, he bit into the back of her neck, and she shattered. He covered her mouth just as she came, muffling her loud groan while waves of pleasure rushed through her body. Her pussy sucked at his fingers. He continued to drive the digits in and out of her sleek sex. She panted, taking big gulps of air. What the hell just happened?

She lay limply over Riel. It was going to take more than a minute to figure out how she’d gone from talking to him to having a mental shutdown and her body overtaken by lust. She really needed to get laid. He shifted her so that she now sat sideways on his lap again. He rubbed up and down her spine. If she hadn’t felt so fulfilled, she’d be highly embarrassed right now, but something about Ry soothed her nerves. She burrowed her face into his neck and inhaled his scent. Another wave of lust shot through her.

Alarmed, she lifted her head. “What the hell is wrong with me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never felt so…so needy in my entire life.” She sat up and turned her upper body fully on his lap to face him, his hard cock still poking at her ass. “It’s like my body is demanding all the sex I haven’t had in years!”

His brows lifted, and a wide grin spread on his lips. “Years? Baby don’t worry, I’ll make it so good for you it’ll be like you never left.”

Oh lord. Did she just admit to not having sex to the sexiest man alive? Talk about sounding desperate.

“Cut it out. You sound like an advertisement for desperate women, which is exactly how I feel after saying what I said.”

“You would never be desperate in my eyes, Sam. You’re a very special woman.”

She licked her lips and continued to study his handsome face, while tracing the muscles of his shoulder with the pads of her fingers. “I…I have always been attracted to you.”

Why she felt the need to confess it, she didn’t know, but it seemed like the right moment with the open concern he showed.

“I’m much more than attracted to you, Sam. You’re—”

A loud bang sounded from the kitchen, and she jumped off his lap as if she’d been bitten by a snake. She rushed to fix her robe. Running shaky fingers through her messy hair, she tried to compose herself. Another, louder, noise came from the kitchen, and she hurried into the room where she’d left Nat and Troy. She expected to find blood littering the floor and body parts strewn all over the room. What she hadn’t expected was for Nat and Troy to be groping like two teenagers on their first make-out session.

Riel chuckled behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. He cleared his throat loudly. She glanced up, and he winked at her. She gaped at the humor twinkling in his eyes. Heat crawled across her skin, and she tried to move out of the kitchen to give the other couple some privacy. His grip on her waist tightened.