Her left arm was trapped between them, so she reached around with her right one. She explored his cheek and his ear, then ran her fingers through his hair. All the while they kissed as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.
Cassie felt his hand on her belly. His splayed fingers moved in a lazy circle. He moved up and stroked her breasts with long, slow movements that had her arching like a cat. The need grew inside of her. She wanted…only she wasn’t sure what. Every time he brushed against her tight nipples, she gasped. Between her legs a steady ache pounded in time with her heartbeat. She wanted him to touch her there but she was also a little scared, so she didn’t say anything.
He continued to brush her skin, from her shoulder to her waist, pausing at her breasts with each trip. On one of the journeys, he unfastened the hook at the front of her bra. The lace fabric fell open.
He trailed kisses down her chin to her throat, then lower, toward her breasts. Her breath caught. Was he really going to kiss her nipples? Apparently he was, she thought as he nudged aside her bra and licked the hollow. The damp trail moved up the curve, then he took the peak in his mouth.
The pleasure was so intense, she made a soft whimpering sound and gripped his upper arm. It was too wonderful; she would never survive. But she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted the moment to go on forever.
“Oh, Ryan, please,” she begged, not sure what she asked for.
He raised his head and blew on the damp skin. The quick chill made her shiver, but before she could register discomfort, he took her in his mouth again and sucked.
A ribbon of need wove its way between her breasts and her feminine place. When his hand slid down her belly toward that spot, she didn’t protest. She trusted him. Equally important, she wanted him. All that he had to offer.
His fingers pressed against the seam of her jeans. He rubbed back and forth. She shifted slightly, enjoying the pressure. It was nicer than she would have thought, even though— A jolt ripped through her. She half sat up. “What was that?”
“The promised land,” he said and grinned a very satisfied male smile.
Before she could ask any questions, he began tugging off her jeans. He peeled away her panties, too, and she was naked.
Any nervousness quickly disappeared as he returned his attentions to her breasts. He kissed her curves, loving her until she nearly forgot to breathe. His hand was once again on her stomach, but this time she could feel the faint roughness of his skin, along with his warmth. His fingers followed the same trail they had before, but it felt very different on bare flesh. She quivered and jumped, but didn’t protest as he made his way down to the dark curls. He slipped through them slowly, almost tickling her. Almost. There was too much anticipation for her to laugh. She wanted…so much.
He raised his head. “Cassie, look at me.”
She opened her eyes, not actually remembering closing them, and stared into his face.
“I want to see you,” he said. “I want to know I’m getting it right.”
She couldn’t imagine him doing anything wrong, but for some reason she couldn’t speak right now. Not with his fingers actually sliding down from the curls into her waiting woman’s place.
He stroked her lightly. “You’re so wet and ready,” he said with a groan. “I want you so much. But first I want you to want me.”
She started to tell him that she did. But it was hard to think of anything except the feel of him as he discovered her. He slipped inside. She felt herself clamp tightly around him.
“Oh, I…” She trailed off, not sure what she apologized for, but sure she’d done something wrong.
“No!” he said as he stared at her intensely. “I love that you want me. Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”
Cassie nodded, even though she didn’t have any great plans to be chatty during the event. It was going to be difficult enough pretending this wasn’t her first time. She was hoping that Ryan wouldn’t figure that out. He’d felt so responsible just for kissing her, she could only imagine what he would put himself through if he found out she was a virgin.
His finger moved in and out of her, creating an irresistible rhythm and tension. She found her attention focusing on what he was doing and all other thoughts faded. Her hips moved of their own accord, pulsing slightly to meet his every thrust. When he withdrew, she wanted to protest, but he brought his fingers a little higher, probing gently until he found a spot that made her want to cry out.
Instead she tensed and made a grab for his wrist as her eyes fluttered closed.
“There?” he asked.
She wasn’t sure of the question, but she knew he had to keep touching her. If he didn’t, she was going to die. “I don’t know,” she gasped.