He pushed her bangs off her face, letting his thumbs linger against her skin. “It’s okay.”
Her gaze dropped to his mouth. “Ryan, I’m going to kiss you now.”
Well, hell, what was he supposed to say? “I think I can handle that.” Even if this conversationwasn’tdone.
She leaned up and pressed her lips against his, the sweetness of the move taking his breath away. Here she was again,hisBri. He’d be damned before he let her go without a fight.
Chapter Nine
The feeling of Ryan’s mouth opening under Bri’s made every worry she had float right out the window. What did anything matter when his hands were on her and his tongue traced hers? It didn’t. Nothing mattered but this man—right here, right now. Hadn’t she laughed herself silly over the last novel she’d read where the heroine thought just that?
She’d been wrong. So terribly wrong.
Ryan sighed when she dragged her teeth over his bottom lip, then he settled his hands on her behind, pulling her more firmly into the spot between his legs. Before she realized what he meant to do, he unfastened her skirt and it dropped to the floor. She started to pull away, all too aware of the curtainless windows and new chill on her bare skin.
Oh God, where are my panties?It wasn’t like she’d gone searching for them after he’d ripped them off earlier.
He hooked the back of her thighs and lifted her as he stood. Bri gave a little squeak that turned into a moan when she wrapped her legs around his waist and his hard length rubbed against her. “You feel so good.”
“I know.” But instead of laying her on the conveniently close couch, he started down the hall. As if reading her mind—or maybe just the confusion on her face—he said, “We’re making it to the bed this time.”
“Too far.” She reached between them and palmed him through his jeans since he really seemed to like that. His curse only confirmed her suspicion. So did his missed step.
Fully intending to take advantage of his distraction, she wiggled out of his grasp and dropped to her knees. His eyes went hooded even as he shook his head. “Not necessary.”
Who cared if it was necessary? Ever since she’d touched him earlier, she’d needed this. She’d read enough different variations of it in her novels, and she’d always wanted to try. It seemed right that it was with Ryan. She wanted to make him feel the same way he’d made her feel when he put his mouth on her.
She wanted to drive him out of his mind for wanting her.
Ignoring his warning growl, she unzipped his jeans and worked them down his hips until he sprang free. She moved forward, but stopped when she thought back to their encounter in the front seat of his SUV. After glancing at him from under her bangs, she pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra. His muffled curse was exactly the reaction she’d been aiming for. He watched her as if she was giving him the greatest gift, but it didn’t feel selfless. Not when she thought she might die if she didn’t follow through on this.
She nearly laughed at the dramatic thought, but then Bri wrapped her hand around his erection and let the rest of it go. Right here, right now, it was only aboutthis. She leaned forward and gave him an experimental lick, dragging her tongue along his underside. He hissed out a breath, which was all the encouragement she needed. She took him in her mouth, wondering at the feel of so much soft skin covering such hardness. Ryan cursed again and his back hit the wall, which suggested her romance novels really knew what they were talking about.
He murmured under his breath, whether cursing or praising her, she couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter since she had no intention of stopping. She stroked him with her hand, taking him deeper, until his hips bucked against her mouth.
“Bri.”
The warning was blatant, but she wasn’t sure she could ever get enough of the power coursing through her. Not when it seemed as if every muscle in his body was tensed, poised to lose control. To see this man who seemed to so enjoy driving her insane lose himself was high on her list of priorities right now. She wanted it. Hell, if she were going to be perfectly honest, sheneededto level the playing field between them, to make him feel even a portion of the turbulence he caused just by being in the same room as her.
“Bri, you need to stop.”
But his hands were loose in her hair. He didn’t want her to stop. Which suited her just fine, because she didn’t want to, either. She picked up her pace, moving over him in the same way that made him moan earlier. Then she reached between his legs and cupped his balls, feathering her nails over that sensitive skin. He groaned, his entire body shaking, but just when she thought victory was guaranteed, he tried to pull away.
“No.” She wasn’t stopping until she finished this. Sheneededto finish this—to finish him.
His grip tightened, but Ryan let her take him back in her mouth. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
She ignored him, maintaining her gentle hold on his balls and moving her other hand in counterpoint with her mouth. His hands spasmed in her hair, his curses stringing together until she could barely understand the words. It didn’t matter, not with him swelling in her mouth, and his hips moving even though he was obviously trying to hold still. He came with a groan and she swallowed him down, loving the way his knees shuddered, just a little.
Before she could luxuriate in the desire and power coursing through her, he hauled her to her feet and spun around to press her back against the wall. “Where did that come from?”
“Where did what come from?”
“You, me, the best blow job I’ve ever had.”
She attempted a grin, but it was difficult to be amused with him looking at her like he’d never seen her before. “There’s more to the library than the hunting and fishing section.”
Ryan kissed her, and the way his tongue demanded she open her mouth felt like he was imprinting himself on her. He didn’t move his hands from her hair, cupping her head while still effectively holding her in place.