Cut Too Deep(37)

Jenna gasped, biting her lip.

Ryker smiled and turned his attention back to pleasuring her. He worked his way down across her stomach, planting feather-light kisses on the red and white scars she had hated for so long. With every kiss and caress, he healed her heart just a little more.

He slipped his finger from her body and pulled her panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked. Then his face was between her thighs, his breath heating her most sensitive flesh, his tongue pressing against her, licking her open. Jenna spread her legs, allowing him access, and he pushed his tongue inside her, making her moan and grip his hair in her fist.

Her back arched against him, all thoughts of how conscious she was about her body vanishing from her mind. Using both his fingers and tongue, he built her higher and higher, desire coiling low and deep in her belly. Her breathing grew ragged and punctuated with moans of pleasure. Every muscle in her body tensed as she knew the inevitable was about to break. His tongue moved to her clitoris, his flicks firm but fast. His fingers pushed deep inside her, and she convulsed against him. He brought her to her peak and then she tumbled over the edge, her orgasm wracking through her body in waves, powering through her again and again.

He left her breathless, her chest heaving, her skin pink and damp with perspiration. He crept up her body, a wicked grin on his face.

“Oh, wow,” was all she could manage.

He grinned again. “We’re not done yet.”

She reached out to him, tugging the shorts he still wore down his thighs, freeing him. Ryker helped lose the underwear, lifting his body so she could pull them down his legs and then he kicked them away. Her palm met with his hard length, her fingers wrapping around his girth. His skin felt hot and silky smooth, and she moved her hand up and down, watching his expression for his reaction. His lips fell slack, his eyes closing. He grew even harder, if such a thing was possible, and she swiped her thumb across the top of him, a bead of his desire moistening her skin.

“We need to be safe,” she said, sudden anxiety kicking in.

His eyes opened. “Yes, of course.” He reached across her into his bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. Quickly, he ripped it open and sheathed himself, then he lowered his head to kiss her again.

Jenna could taste her own desire on his tongue, and something about the intimacy of that taste fired her senses all over again. With Ryker positioned above her, she wrapped her thighs around his, pressing her heels into his hard ass, and bringing their bodies together. His hardness pressed against her wet heat, meeting only the slightest of resistance before sliding deep inside her.

“Oh, God,” she gasped as he filled her completely.

Ryker grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head against the bed. He pulled back out of her, as far as possible without leaving her body, and then thrust back in, hard, drawing another cry from her throat. She lifted her hips to deepen his strokes. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as he drove into her, again and again. Her stomach wobbled, but the sound of their flesh hitting was one of the most erotic sounds she’d ever heard. For once, her body wasn’t something to hate. Instead it was a vessel that both gave and received pleasure, and she didn’t care about the extra pounds or her scars—all she cared about was Ryker inside her.

Their movements grew more frantic and he let go of her hands and buried his face in her neck. She reached around his body, her fingernails digging into the tensed muscles of his back. His breathing was loud in her ear, turning into almost angry groans. Her climax built once again and she closed her eyes to focus on the wave of pleasure that gripped her body.

“Oh, Jenna,” Ryker gasped. “Ah, fuck, Jenna.” And he gave a final thrust, and held himself deep as her inner muscles clenched against him.

They came down from the high of their climaxes, their heart rates and breathing slowing to match the others.

Sated and together, they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.





Chapter Fourteen





Jenna woke nestled in Ryker’s arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, one leg slung over the top of his thigh. Her body ached with pleasurable pain—a reminder of what they’d done last night. She never thought she’d ever reach this point again, where she would be naked with a man. Not only a man, someone as sexy and sweet as Ryker Russo.

She glanced at the clock. Wow, she’d slept for almost twelve hours straight. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d done that. And she was starving. All she’d eaten yesterday were the snacks from the food stalls, which was nothing for her. Plus, Ryker had given her a workout. She smiled secretly to herself. She’d definitely burned off some calories. What she needed now was a hearty breakfast, but she couldn’t get up by herself in Ryker’s house. She needed him to wake up.