I gasp. “That’s fucked up.”
He shoots me a smile. “It really is. But that’s how she is. She doesn’t just want to let you loose. She wants to dig in the spurs and make sure you feel them.”
“Harsh.”
“True. But it doesn’t matter anymore. Because what matters is us.”
I pull my hand free and stand, pacing quickly back and forth. “How do you know there is an us instead of just we need to get our rocks off or something.”
“I feel things for you that I’ve never felt before. Not even for my wife. It’s amazing how much I feel for you. How much I want you. Need you. I need to know what makes you tick. Need to know what makes you scream. I want to know it all.”
I shake my head. “That’s crazy.”
“Why don’t you let yourself have a little fun? You didn’t even let me get a dance with you before you left. I’d like that dance.”
I glance around and smirk. “There’s no radio here. And I don’t have my phone to play any music.”
“Luckily I do.”
I groan. “We can’t do that here.”
He stands up and puts his phone down, tapping a few buttons, holding out his hand when the slow, sexy song from Roxette comes on the phone. “Come on, Jane. Please. Just dance with me. Live a little.”
I suck in a deep breath and then hold my hand out to him, jumping when his hand touches mine, wrapping around it, warm and comfortable. Yet the streaks of lightning that flare out from where his skin touches mine make my eyes fly to his. His are glowing with desire and something lighter. Sweeter.
He reels me in and settles his hand on the small of my back and I jerk back when his front touches mine. But he pulls me tighter and then sways slowly back and forth. His hands caressing my body lightly.
I close my eyes and lean into his warmth, letting the heat of his body wash over me, loosening my muscles and my inhibitions all at the same time.
His hand closes around the back of my neck and slowly draws my lips to his. His breath sweeps across my lips right before his mouth touches mine gently, so softly, like a butterfly landing on a flower. His mouth moves on mine, his hand kneading the back of my neck while his other hand caresses my ass.
He draws away slightly, his eyes searching mine. “Jane?”
And I can’t stop myself. I throw myself into his arms, almost knocking him over like a damn overeager puppy.
“Oof!” he grunts when I slam him into the nearest wall. Then I slam my lips onto his, breathing in his startled breath.
My head spins when he takes control and whips me around so I’m the one being held up by the wall and by his body. His hands, his mouth and his hard erection pushing at my belly. All of it grounds me in the crazy reality of what we’re doing.
I gasp. “Please don’t stop, Ryker. Don’t ever stop.”
His calloused hands glide down my side, pulling at my dress, dragging it over my head. He moans out a pained breath when he sees me standing there in just my panties.
“Oh my god, if I knew you were just wearing a pair of red lace thong panties there’s no way in hell we’d have made it back here. I would have fucked you right where you stood on that damn dance floor.”
A flush washes over my cheeks. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“I abso-fucking-lutely should say exactly that. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” His eyes rove over my curves, hot and hungry. “If I you were the last woman I saw naked I would consider myself a lucky damn man. Because there couldn’t be another woman as beautiful as you out there. You’re like the fucking Sistine Chapel of women. A masterpiece.”
His hand reaches out to caress my breast, cupping it lightly. My head slides back and I moan, breathy and startled. I’ve never felt anything as good as his hands on my body.
“God, that feels good.” I open my eyes, my lids heavy.
“Jane? Please tell me you want me as much as I want you.” His hand drifts lower and drags the thong down my body until I kick it across the room, bare as the day I was born.
“I want you. But I can’t promise you forever, Ryker. I just need you to understand what I’m saying. We’re from two different worlds. You know it and I know it. And long distance sucks.”
“I’m not agreeing to those terms. But I think that what we have going on here is worth a shot.” His lips nibble a trail down my neck, across my breasts and belly, detouring here and there to take a long suck at the peak of my tit. To take a bite out of my hip. On a long, winding trail down my body until he pushes my legs open and settles his big body on the floor. He throws my leg across his shoulder and then his tongue licks a savage path up my thigh until he reaches the apex of curls and burrows into the smooth petals of my pussy, his tongue tearing me up in the most delicious torture I’ve ever felt.