The Rebel's Own(7)
She was back at Hell’s gate, and Ryan was Hades himself.
Kennedy squeezed her eyes shut, trying to chase away the tears that welled up inside her.
“I have never wanted a woman as much as I want you.” The slight whisper of his breath scorched her skin as he went on kissing her. Ryan’s voice was soft, yet oh-so-powerful as he quietly issued demands. “I need you naked. I need to be inside you. I need to feel you writhing under me from the pleasure that I’m going to give you.”
Kennedy forced herself to be brazen. She hadn’t been with anyone other than Ryan in her life. And since she kept all men at arm’s length, she knew Ryan being her only lover was a great possibility. Truthfully, she couldn’t imagine someone else making her feel the way he did. Her hands lifted as his moved hungrily up and down her body.
She felt his cool fingers on her back as he slid the zip of her dress down, sending shivers up her spine.
“Don’t worry. I’ll warm you up.”
Kennedy turned to face him and stared into hooded eyes. Desire burned bright in the dark blue pools as his breaths came heavy and labored. She watched as he shrugged off his jacket and reached for the buttons of his shirt. With each passing second, her nerves frayed further until they finally began to unravel and disintegrate.
His gaze swept her from head to toe, as he pulled off his shirt and begun working on his belt, the burning trail of his eyes warming her body like he was touching her. She watched as his face took on a calculated expression and his eyes narrowed to slits. He swore as he finally set himself free. Kennedy heard the rip of her sheer underwear, and she was turned around to face the night sky. Ryan lifted her thigh and, without any warning, drove himself inside her. She never thought she would like being dominated, but all she wanted was for him to hold her tighter, to drive himself deeper inside her. She wanted it fast and hard. She appreciated that there was no pretense of romance, no conversation. Kennedy didn’t love him and he definitely didn’t love her. She needed the distance, the space to still loathe him.
She gasped as he drove himself into her repeatedly. Her chest clenched, her lungs seizing as her body tingled. She had never felt such powerful pleasure. It seemed to take complete control of her. The orgasm that raked Kennedy’s body almost sent her to her knees. It was a good thing that Ryan was holding onto her. When she felt his hot release spurt into her, she was grateful that he had forgotten one important thing. She laid her hands on the glass afraid that it would break from the force coming from behind her. After all the years of abstaining, Kennedy knew it was worth the wait to experience this with Ryan, even if her motives were wrong. She felt him shudder and relax against her. But before she could move away, he bent suddenly and swept her up, holding her to his chest.
“Which way to the bedroom?”
Kennedy stared at him incredulously. She could say no, she should say no. She’d done what she’d come here for. But the sight of him, the feeling of having his arms around her, so strong and muscular, made her shiver. Without any direct instruction from her mind, her arm lifted, pointing him in the right direction.
Chapter Five
Ryan woke up from a heavy sleep. He couldn’t remember ever sleeping so soundly before. His whole body felt relaxed and loose. Having sex with Bailey had managed to release all the stress from of his body.
Ryan reached out and felt only empty space next to him. He opened his eyes and sat up with a start. Where was Bailey? He jumped out of bed and checked the living room and the bathroom, but she wasn’t there either.
His fantasy woman was gone.
He fell back on the bed with a sigh, convincing himself that a relationship would only have ruined the fantasy. But Ryan couldn’t help the feeling that he wanted to see her again, wanted her under him, writhing in pleasure, taking what he gave her. But no, it was best that she remain a fantasy. He was afraid that thinking of Bailey as a tame housewife would kill the animalistic lust that took over each time he thought of her.
When he made his way downstairs and walked past the reception desk, Ryan had to force himself not to stop and ask for Bailey’s contact information before he went home and got cleaned up. Instead, he vowed to let fate handle this one.
If they were meant to meet again, they would.
• • •
Thirty minutes later, Ryan stood under the light spray of his shower, the warm water kneading into his already soft muscles. He felt a pull in his lower abdomen as his penis grew painfully erect, as he thought of how he took Bailey. The sound of her lace underwear tearing in his eager hands, the gasp of shock when he buried himself deep inside her, the smell of her arousal, the taste of her orgasm, the silky, velvety feel of her skin beneath his fingertips, the way her body moved with greedy need, under him, over him and in front of him. He had taken her so many times in so many different ways, that some of those positions were new to him before last night.