“What?”
His only answer was to stand up, pull her legs around his waist, and set her back on the swing, going to his knees in front of her. Bri met his gaze, very aware that she was topless with her skirt shoved up around her waist. She should have felt exposed and embarrassed, but all she could see was her own need reflected in his eyes. Ryan reached up to cup her face. “Are you sure—?”
She was already nodding. They couldn’t stop now, not when she was poised on this precipice. To ensure he didn’t get any crazy ideas, she leaned forward and kissed him again. It felt so terrifyingly good, better than the best kind of chocolate, the kind of thing she may never get enough of. “Please don’t stop touching me, Ryan.Please.”
Chapter Three
It was her whispered “please” that did him in. Ryan might not have been with anyone in a pathetically long time, but the women hehadbeen with were nothing like Bri. They smiled and flirted and played the game. He’d enjoyed it—enjoyed them—but all those experiences paled compared to this one. Bri didn’t play games, nor did she mince words. She did not like him, plain and simple.
But that changed the moment she’d kissed him. In his arms, the prickly little spitfire flipped a switch and went soft and sweet, her body seeming to beg for his touch the same way she’d begged aloud. It made him feel ten feet tall, a primal part of him rising to the fore and roaring its triumph, despite the fact that five minutes ago he’d been ready to shove her into her house and bust ass driving away from there. Now he was drunk off her, as if he’d downed half a fifth of whiskey during their date instead of one beer.
He couldn’t get enough.
He didn’t want to.
Ryan skimmed his hands over her nipples and stomach, her skin so soft and smelling of some type of flower he couldn’t name, and down to the band of her skirt. It was so long its excessive fabric got in the way. He wanted the damn thing off. Wanted her naked. Her shaking hands undid the hook at the side and helped him slide it away. He nearly laughed at the absurdity of her white cotton panties being the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, but he was too distracted by his need to taste her there.
When he pressed his mouth against the fabric, her entire body went taut. As if he’d hooked her up to his car battery and revved the engine. “OhmyGod.” She sounded so shocked, he almost stopped, but then a moan slipped free. “Oh myGod.”
Ryan started to lift his head, but she grabbed his hair and towed him right back to where he’d been. “Don’t youdarestop.”
Well, hell, there wasn’t much arguing he could do with that, so he yanked off her goddamn panties. Her hips moved against his lips as little sounds slipped from her mouth, urging him on. Deciding this was no time for taking it slow, he zeroed in on her clit.
She went wild beneath him. “Oh, oh,holy oh sweet Jesus oh my God.”
It was only when she stopped shuddering that he rested his forehead against her stomach, his cock so hard he was cursing himself a thousand times over for wearing these stupid slacks.
“Wow.”
The sheer wonder in her voice made him glance up. Bri looked shell-shocked despite her half-closed eyes. This woman, so soft and wanton, was nothing like the buttoned-up priss he’d been on a date with all night.He’ddone this to her. He looked at her disheveled hair and now-crooked glasses, and ran his hands over her thighs, his satisfaction nearly a match for hers. Her lips were plumped and practically begging for another kiss, so he didn’t bother to resist giving her one. She moaned against his mouth. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”
That, he could do. He dragged off his shirt, and she responded by immediately running her hands down his chest. “Oh my.”
While he was all about her appreciation, he was more worried about how damn good she felt against him. Ryan licked her neck, earning another shiver. She let her head fall back to rest on top of the swing, giving him better access. “I need—”
“I do, too.” He shifted, freeing up one hand to push a finger into her. She was so goddamn tight, clenching around him even as she rolled her hips to take him deeper. He cursed. “I can finish you like this. It doesn’t have to be sex.”
She gasped when he crooked his finger inside her. “Do you have condoms?”
Was this one of those catch-22 questions? He couldn’t think enough to worry about it. “I have one in my wallet.”
“At least you’re doing something right tonight. Get it.”
“Bri…”
“Please don’t stop.Please.”
“I’m not going to stop.” Not until she was coming around his cock.
Ryan undid his slacks and wrestled them off, all without taking his mouth from her neck. With the death grip she had on his shoulders, he would have had to fight her off to do so anyway. Once he was as naked as she was, he tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom on. Holy shit, this was really happening. He kissed her as he positioned himself between her legs, notching his cock against her entrance. Slow. He had to go slow or he was going to hurt her.
Too bad Bri hadn’t gotten that memo. She grabbed his hips and used the momentum of the swing to shove him deeper, sheathing him to the hilt. Before he could recover from the shock stealing his ability to speak, her eyes went wide. “That feels so good, Ryan.”
Hearing his name on her lips rocked him to his core. He grabbed to keep her still. If she kept moving like that, he was going to lose what little control he had left. Apparently she didn’t share his concern because she dug her nails into his forearms. “God, I didn’t know it could be like this.”
With her skin reflecting the dim porch light, her breasts shaking as she tried to move on his cock, her eyes defiant behind the glasses she’d somehow managed to keep on through all this… It took a full five seconds to register her words. He was the only one to ever make her lose control.The only one. Ryan tipped up her chin until she met his gaze. “You didn’t know it could be this good? I’m just getting started. Forget setting your panties on fire. I’m going to ruin you for any other man.”
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