Sweet Seduction Shield(83)

I smiled around him, nodded my head, and licked across the tip of his cock, tasting that enticing pre-come, making a growl of my own emit from the back of my throat.

"You like that too," he whispered, a sense of awe in his words. "I think you may have been made for me."

I hummed my agreement and that must have been the signal for the brakes to come off. He never went so far I couldn't handle it. Obviously watching every minute reaction I made. But he did fuck my mouth fast and deep, fully controlled by him right up to the end.

The sounds he made were a wet dream. Like the road map to his body, I filed them away for future need. If this all ended tomorrow, I would have memories to last the rest of my life. Delicious, debauched, decadent memories of a protective and possessive man losing himself in my body.

With panting breath and a slight hitch in his rhythm he came with another one of those sweet, sexy grunts. Coating my tongue, rolling down my throat. His legs shaking, his hands in my hair trembling, and his beautiful cock softening as it slid from my lips.

I was no longer thirsty.

But I was incredibly turned on.

Ryan coming is a provocative sight to see.

He breathed heavily, standing before me, his hand slowly stroking through my hair, his eyes locked on mine.

They said, fuck, and thank you, and you were made for me.

My eyes replied with wow, and you are so hot, and right back at you.

"Go turn the shower on," he whispered, voice both rough and sweet. "I'll check on Daisy."

I watched him grab his jeans and slip them on, and then walk out of the room, all the while a soft smile coated my lips.

Then I got up and crossed to the attached bathroom. And yes, that was a light skip in my step.

The soft smile became a sunbeam.





Chapter 24


Just Like He Was Giving Me

He was gone longer than I thought necessary, but no sound of disturbance came from the rest of the house, so I put his delay in return down to a security check. Something I could imagine Ryan performing even if he was still recovering from out-of-this-world sex.

The shower began to fill the room with steam as I stared at myself in the mirror. I'd only switched on the halogen lights above the sink, so the rest of the room was coated in golden glowing mist and little else. But the illumination over the mirror was more than enough.

He'd marked me. On my neck, where he'd suckled with ever increasing pressure. My fingers ran over the bruise, remembering the way he slowly sped things up; measured, purposeful, completely controlled. He knew exactly what he was doing. Increasing the pull on my skin, heightening the tingles that spread out from my neck and ran down the length of my body, all the while ramping up the thrusts of his hips in a way that accelerated my heart rate and made my breath come in pants.

I'd never been with anyone who consciously seduced my body and mind while having sex. It wasn't just the physical sensations he'd elicited, it was the knowledge that he'd had a plan. A slow, inexorable increase in speed and pressure, designed to entice, to entrap, and to finally envelope every sense I had. Physical. Mental. Every part of me.

If I hadn't already fallen in love with this man, the part of me that loved order, that loved a complicated but perfectly balanced approach to life, would have been bewitched by what he'd just done.

Of course, to him it might have just been simple sex. But I was not a simple person, and even if how he'd made love to me had been only a natural action to him, I'd still greedily take it. Maybe, he was just naturally perfect for me.

And maybe I was getting a little too starry eyed. I shook my head. We were hiding from bad guys in a house that made Ryan fall apart, and I was romanticising the moment. Not that making love to Ryan didn't have its own share of romance, but I needed to remember why we were here.

I turned to step into the shower and there he was, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, watching me. Again.

"How long have you been there?" I asked, stunned I hadn't heard him approach.

"Long enough."

"And you just watched?"

He nodded. "You're quite a sight." A smile curved his lips. "What were you thinking?"

I let a slow breath of air out and flicked my eyes to the shower, still steaming the room up and coating my skin in fine droplets of warm water.

"Come on," he urged, undoing the top button of his jeans and starting to remove them. "You can tell me what got that pensive look on your face, so soon after the contented one, in the shower."

Ah, he'd been there a while then.

"How was Daisy?" I asked, trying to deflect as I stepped under the shower spray. Ryan joined me shortly after, his hands immediately going to my shoulders, then running seductively down my back and over my hips.