Her bra pressed into her nipples, and the increased pressure was exquisite. Her chest seemed to expand, aching for him to wrap his hands around her breasts and squeeze. Her nipples poked at the fabric, desperate for attention.
A soft moan pierced the afternoon silence.
Jeez, that was me.
Apparently the noise gave fuel to Ryan’s efforts because moments later he had her turned around facing him, her back pressed into one of the elegant columns she’d been admiring on the front of the porch.
Ryan gripped her face with both hands and deepened the kiss, tipping her head to one side and devouring her with his tongue. He explored every crevice of her mouth with sudden urgency, as though he couldn’t live another moment without knowing her taste. And it was a good thing, because she wasn’t so sure she could either. His flavor mingled with hers, the same fruity taste edged with the salty mix of hard cheese.
She nearly melted. Her knees shook with the effort to hold herself upright. If he hadn’t been pressing her firmly to the pillar, she wasn’t sure she’d have succeeded.
Suddenly he was everywhere, his giant body crowding her space … and she wanted him to.
His large frame seemed to touch her entire body at once. He straddled her legs and his erection was lodged against her stomach. She felt somehow powerful to be the one eliciting this response in him.
Her eyes fluttered completely closed, the strain of holding them half open seemed like too much effort. And as though on command, her other senses heightened.
The clean smell of male soap combined with Ryan’s own brand of musk to tantalize Lindsey’s nose.
He grazed his huge hands down her face, trailed them down her arms until he reached her middle and grasped her waist.
When Lindsey reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, her shirt road up a few inches and the rough fingers of a hard-working man electrified her where they burned the few inches of skin at her stomach.
A moan mingled between them, and this time she didn’t think it was her own. Did it matter?
A gasp escaped her lips, swallowed by Ryan’s mouth when he urgently lifted her shirt enough to slide his palms completely under it and against her torso. Palms so big they swallowed her entirely, reaching seemingly all the way around at once. And the warmth of his touch sent a chill down her spine.
Nothing, however, prepared her for the moment his thumbs grazed the underside of her breasts through the thin material of her lace bra. She never would have chosen to wear that particular bra today. It was her sexy reserve bra generally used for a night out when she wanted to feel particularly flirty.
Since Kara had been the one to go to her apartment and bring her back a duffle of clothes, Lindsey had had no say whatsoever in the selections. Fleetingly, she wondered what else might be in that bag. Kara’s objective had clearly been to entice her friend to “go for it” this week.
At least Lindsey knew Kara couldn’t have filled the duffle with too many risqué items, because she’d not have found them in Lindsey’s drawers.
It took great effort to force her mind to wander around to these various thoughts, trying in vain to ignore the barely existent caress of Ryan’s thumbs against her breasts.
“Lindsey, hon, you taste divine. Like summer.” His mumbled words slipped between their lips as he pulled back millimeters from her mouth to give them a chance to breathe.
Her chest rose and fell as she heaved in air, unaware she’d been nearly holding her breath for several minutes.
And the action pressed her breasts firmly against the agonizing thumbs stroking beneath them.
“I can smell your arousal,” he continued. “It’s so fucking hot.”
Ryan moved one leg from its spot straddling her and pushed between hers, forcing her to spread her feet for him. The dominance sent a wave of moisture to her sex. While he nibbled around her lips, he thrust his knee upward against her and she nearly came.
“Oh, God, Ryan.” Her head lolled to the side, which only made things worse by giving him better access to her neck.
Her thighs gripped his knee of their own accord. Wanting, no needing, more contact. Even through her jeans and his, she could feel the sensitive parts of her sex rubbing against him, and she wanted more. Lord, help me.
Alejandro.
Her eyes flew open when she recognized his scent near her. Sure enough his face was hovering scant inches from the spot where she’d allowed her head to roll to the side.
Looking like he hadn’t a care in the world, he leaned against the same column as her, his eyes filled with desire.
This can’t be happening. This can’t happen.
Panic filled her, and without removing her gaze from Alex, she gripped Ryan’s T-shirt and tried to push him away. He was stronger than her, however, and his knee had her nearly on her tip toes, increasing the pressure on her sex.