Sweet Seduction Shield(79)

"Make love to me, Ryan," I whispered, never having wanted something so much in my life before. I wanted him. My next breath depended on it.

"Babe," he murmured, then slipped his hand down my arm and laced his fingers with mine, turning and guiding me to the bed.

This time when he reached for me, and lowered his lips to mine, there was no hesitation. His hands deftly undressed me, while his tongue worshipped my mouth. Every touch was sure. Every caress was hungry. Every sound was a mixture of longing and desire.

We tumbled to the bed in a tangle of naked limbs. His hard body a feast for my fingertips, a lavish smorgasbord for my teeth and tongue. I wasn't sure if he was still drowning from whatever this house did to him, or if he was simply drowning beneath my touch, but I was determined to distract him. To make him forget everything but what I was doing, what I was making him feel, what I was about to do next.

He'd landed on his back with me halfway across his body, coating him like a blanket. I made sure he remained there with a purposeful press of my hands to his shoulders. The bed dipped beneath him from my gentle shove.

"I thought I was making love to you," he queried, but there was a lightness to his tone that hadn't been there before. It gave me incentive to keep doing what I was doing, because I was sure he was beginning to lose himself to my touch.

And I needed him to. The look on his face when he'd come out of that side room in the kitchen was still haunting me. Ryan Pierce was not a man who should be drowning.

And even though he'd been unsure if I was willing to sleep with him out of compassion or just plain lust, I didn't have any doubt at all. This man made me feel things, passionate, hungry, wicked things, that no man had ever made me feel before. And behind all that delicious desire was an even stronger one.

I'd thought Ryan was becoming my shield, replacing the ice with his heated touch. But I think I was becoming his too. And God, I wanted to be. I really, really wanted to be Ryan's shield, like he was mine.

My lips trailed down his chest and over his stomach. Discovering his shape, investigating all those beautiful ridges and hollows, committing the feel of his ribbed muscles to memory. Making a map of his body I could come back to at any time in my mind.

He must have worked out regularly, I knew cops had to be fit, but his physique was more developed than what I'd think on the job exercise could attain. He had broad muscular shoulders, thick upper arms, and a frame any underwear model would be proud of. His smooth cream skin glowed softly in the muted light of the stars and moon that shone through the large picture window at the end of the bed. A dark line of hair from his navel to the thick thatch of curls at his groin was all that graced his torso.

He was perfect. In every single way.

His erection jumped eagerly the closer I came. I glanced up the length of his body, seeing his hooded eyes devouring every inch of me hovering above him. Both hands were behind his head, in an open and relaxed stance. The look on his face was pure male. He had no doubt of what I was about to do and he fucking well would have it.

He wasn't drowning anymore. He was floating on anticipation. And I hadn't even placed him in my mouth yet.

My hand stroked down the side of his hip, over his thigh, as my eyes held his. I felt his erection jerk beneath my chest, my breasts were in exactly the right spot for the tip to gently smack between them. He made the same motion again, his arousal slapping my cleavage, a smirk on his lips.

I raised my eyebrows, my hand skimming back up the length of his thigh and over his hip, goosebumps following in its wake.

"Did you want me to do something?" I asked, enjoying the moment, aware that as soon as I tasted him all sanity would be lost.

I think he knew it too. I think that's why we'd both drawn this out. The tension was exquisite, but it stole all air in the room. When we touched, electricity arced between us. It always had. But right now, even just hovering a mere inch above his body, that connection was lit up, a hundred thousand volts pulsing in the small space between us. Sizzling, crackling. Begging to erupt.

"I rather like the look of my cock between your tits," he rumbled, a sexy sound which coupled with his dirty words had me achingly wet. "But right now I want your mouth more."

My breathing hitched, my pulse thundered, and my muscles contracted around a fluttering in my centre. I let a slow breath of air out and licked my lips.

Ryan groaned.

I dipped my face, my hand coming up to wrap around his shaft, as my tongue stroked across the head of his erection, giving me my very first taste of this man.

And in the next second I was on my back, my head at the other end of the bed, as his body draped over mine.

"Change of plans," he rasped, lifting one of my legs high and wide with a hot palm behind my thigh, and sinking himself home.