Sweet Seduction Shield(82)

"I'll check her in a sec when I grab us a drink," Ryan whispered back.

We stared at each other as our heartbeats slowed and our breathing levelled out. His shaft still offering the odd jerk, which seemed to make me jerk in response. I think he liked that, every time it happened his lips twitched.

"Are you OK?" he asked, his hand sifting through my hair softly, elbows still embedded in the sheets beside my face, holding his weight aloft.

"Fantastic," I replied honestly, which received a wide satisfied grin in reply.

"Tired?" he asked and I nodded. The grin became a smirk. Yeah, he'd worn me out. "Want a shower?" he added, while he moved his weight to one arm and let the other trail down my side.

Oh, and now I wasn't tired anymore.

"A shower would be good," I managed to get out before the moan of delight when his hand wrapped around my breast. His thumb swept over my nipple, his eyes target locked on my face, watching.

"I might have to fuck you again," he whispered, and the soft words sounded so very naughty falling from his lips. "You want the shower first? Or afterwards?"

"Daisy," I reminded him, he scowled, but leaned down and offered a peck on the lips, finally pulling himself free from between my thighs as he rose up off the bed.

He'd hardened already. His erection halfway up his groin and still growing. My eyes couldn't look away.

"You want me to check Daisy?" he asked, taking a step towards me, where I'd risen to sit on the side of the bed. His legs framed mine, placing all that delicious manhood right before my lips and eyes.

And for the first time in over five years I did something I haven't done. If Daisy had woken she'd be calling for me, and there wasn't a sound in the house but for Ryan's and my breaths. I knew my daughter, she slept like a log. Until she'd had her nine hours mandatory sleep, nothing short of a shake would wake her.

So, I said, "In a minute," and reached for his cock, wrapping my hand around the base while my lips wrapped around the head.

"Oh, fuck yes," Ryan breathed out above me, his hands automatically coming to my hair, fingers twisting in the strands, holding me firmly, but not enough to pinch.

I tasted me. I tasted him. And I loved it.

He started to rock his hips, holding my head stationary, controlling the depth he entered my mouth. He didn't push too far, but with one flick of my eyes up to his face I could see him watching me. Testing. Learning. Deciding what I did and didn't like.

I rolled his sac around in my hand, sucked hard and pulled against his grip in my hair until I felt him right at the back of my throat.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" he said, an almost devilish delight in each word. "How fast, Marie? How much can you take?"

I made a humming sound, receiving a groan that seemed to originate in his chest. He shifted his feet further apart, as though getting himself into position for a major event. And maybe it was, it certainly felt a little epic to me. He was so thick and hard again. So soon after the most mind blowing sex I'd ever had, and here he was ready to fuck my mouth. The bad boy in Ryan Pierce had been let out.

And I loved it.

From the moment I'd laid eyes on him in my office at work, I'd recognised something dark under his skin. Behind the intense brown eyes, disguised by clothing and formality, hidden beneath his role as a cop. But the goatee beard hinted at it. The way his eyes had undressed me as I stood up from beneath that desk. The fact that he couldn't stop touching me, found excuses to do so, and when he realised he was stepping over his well defined rules, he simply kept going.

He'd hesitated tonight. But not because he'd changed his mind or reconsidered. He'd paused to make sure I was on the same page as him. Wanted this as much as he did and for the right reasons. Despite whatever it was about this house that haunted him and made him reach with pleading eyes, begging to get lost in me and forget. He'd taken the time to make sure I was OK, that I was all right. That I wasn't doing something I would regret.

Ryan would always look out for me. Protect me from harm, in whatever form it could be found. Even if it was found in him.

He pulled back, allowing me to answer his questions. Making sure, again, that I was on board with his wicked plans.

"Don't stop," I whispered, reaching for him. "I want everything you've got."

His hands stroked through my hair, cupping my head and tilting it upwards, and then he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. A tongue tangling taste explosion. A show of his devotion, his desire, his thanks.

When he stood upright again he let me take him, my lips sealing tightly around his circumference, as my hands rested on each of his hips, holding myself steady.

His hands fisted in my hair again, waited a beat for me to find my pace, and then he rasped, "I like it fast and deep. Got that, Tiger?"