Ryan pulled his head up and frowned down at her. “Who the hell knows? But if I’m going to be bagged and tagged, then I’m going to get something out of the deal. Stop playing with my hair and put your hands on me, Jace. I’m dying here.”
Jaci did as she was told and she placed her hand flat against his sex. He jumped and groaned and she wanted more. She wanted him inside her, filling her, stretching her...but she had to be sensible.
“Just sex?” she asked, unable to stop her hand from pulling down the zipper to his pants and sliding on inside. She pushed down his underwear and there he was, hot and pulsing and hard and...oh, God, his hands were between her legs and he’d found her. Found that most magical, special, make-her-crazy spot...
“Yeah, one night to get this out of our systems. You okay with that? One night, no strings, no expectations of more?”
How was she supposed to think when his fingers were pushing their way inside? Her thumb rubbed his tip and she relished the groan she pulled from him. They were still fully dressed yet she was so damn close to gushing all over his hand. If he moved his thumb back to her hot nub, she’d lose it. Right here, right now.
“I’m supposed to be fighting with you right now,” Jaci wailed.
Ryan responded by covering her mouth with his. After swiping his tongue across the indents her teeth marks made, he lifted his head to speak. “We can fight later. So, are we good? If not, now is the time to say no, and you’d better do it fast.”
His words and attitude were tough but she couldn’t miss the tension she felt in his body, in the way his arms tightened his hold on her, as if he didn’t want to let her go. She should say no; it was the clever thing to do. She couldn’t form the word, so she encased him in her fist and slid her hand up and then down his shaft in a low, sensuous slide.
Ryan responded by using his free hand to twist the thin rope of her underwear. She felt it rip, felt the quick tug, and then the fabric drifted down her leg to fall onto her right foot.
“This dress is killing me,” he muttered, trying to pull the long layers up so that he could get as close to her as possible, while nudging her backward to the closest wall. She wasn’t this person, Jaci thought. She didn’t have sex up against a wall, she didn’t scream and moan and sigh. She’d never been the person to make her lovers shout and groan and curse.
But, unless she was having a brilliant, mother of a hallucination, she was being that person right now. And...yay!
“It would be a lot easier if we just stripped,” Jaci suggested, feeling the cool wall against her back. She leaned forward to push Ryan’s pants and underwear down his thighs.
“That’ll take too long.” Ryan leaned his chest into hers, gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her. With unerring accuracy, his head found her channel and he slid along her, causing her to let out a low shriek of pleasure. “I can’t wait for you, I can’t leave...but God, we need a condom.”
Jaci banged her head against the wall as he probed her entrance. “On the pill and I’ve been tested for every STD under the sun,” she muttered.
“I’m clean, too.” Ryan choked the words out.
“I need you now. No more talking, no more fighting, just you and...” She lifted her hips and there he was, inside her, stretching her, filling her, completing her.
Ryan’s mouth met hers and his tongue mimicked the movement of his hips, sliding in and out, leaving no part of her unexplored. Jaci felt hyperaware, as if her every sense was jacked up to maximum volume. She yanked his shirt up and ran her hands over his chest, around his ribs and down his strong back, digging her nails into his buttocks when he tilted his hips and went even deeper. She cried out and he yelled, and then suddenly she was riding a white-hot wave. In that moment of magical release, she felt connected to all the feminine energy in the world and she was its conduit.
She felt powerful and uninhibited and so damn wild. When she came back to herself, back to the wall and to Ryan’s face buried in her neck, his broad hands were still holding her thighs.
Jaci dropped her face into his neck and touched her tongue to the cord in his neck. “Take me to bed, Ryan. We can fight later.”
“I can do that, and we most likely will,” Ryan muttered as he pulled out of her and allowed her to slide down his body. He kicked off his pants and pulled her, her hair and dress and mind tangled, down the hallway to his bedroom. “But, for now, I can’t wait any longer... I’ve got to see you naked.”