“That kind of shit can fester inside you, and you end up making bad decisions. Just because I was an asshole, and Blair was, doesn’t mean every man is.”
“What are you, Oprah or something? You’re not that special, you know, Ryan Lawrence. It would take more than a couple of losers to put me off men.”
“I’m insightful.” He brushed his lips over hers. “And I think I’m right.”
Heat simmered in her belly.“You’re a man.”
“And therefore not insightful?” He nipped her bottom lip.
“I don’t think we should be doing this, Ryan.”
“Totally agree.” He took her mouth in a deep, searing kiss that had her hot and uncomfortable in seconds. She wanted to press her body into his and feel him.
“I’d forgotten what you tasted like, but it’s back now,” he breathed against her lips.
“We’re older now. Everything is different.”
“Not everything,” he whispered, boosting her onto the counter. “Damn, you’re hot, woman.”
His hand slid under her shirt and up her sides. She shivered as his touch left a trail of heat.
He stripped her down to her sports bra.
“I’m sweaty,” she warned him.
“Same, and my doctor told me I was lacking salt in my diet.” He licked up her stomach, and Faith couldn’t stop the moan.
He reached the bra and placed his mouth over her nipple, and she moaned again.
“Good?” he asked.
“So good,” she breathed.
His fingers pulled down the cup, and then his mouth was on her flesh. Licking the curve of her breast, biting into her nipple softly. “I want you, Faith Harris.” His words were a growl.
“Yes, please.” All her resistance had fled.
“Such a good girl,” he rasped, removing her bra. He then tortured her breasts until she was wet and desperate. Only then did he ease down her shorts and panties.
“Ryan—”
He kissed her hard, robbing her of words. He then kissed his way down her body, dipping his tongue into the small indent in her belly, then lower. Faith was moaning and writhing by the time he spread her thighs.
“I—ah, I….” The words fell away as she felt his breath between her legs. It was torture, both pain and pleasure. His kiss was featherlight, as was the tongue that licked her damp folds. The heat inside her spiked as he continued to touch every part of her. Licking, stroking, until the tension inside her grew to an unbearable peak and she detonated.
Ryan continued until the last shudder left her.
“Oh,” was all Faith could articulate. “That was…. It was amazing.” She managed to slide off the bench and not dissolve into a puddle at his feet.
His smile was dirty and just a bit smug. Faith reached for the button that held up his shorts and opened it, all the while holding his gaze. She then slid the zipper down and lowered them and his boxer shorts. Leaning in, she took his mouth in a slow, sensual kiss.
“We should go to the b—”
His words fell away in a strangled groan as she dropped to her knees and took the long, hard length of him into her hands. She then licked the tip and down the shaft a few times. Looking up at him she saw his head was thrown back, eyes closed. Opening her mouth, she took him deep inside, and his guttural groan was her reward.
“Holy shit,” he moaned.
She tortured him with slow strokes of her mouth until his raspy breaths filled the small cabin. He grabbed her shoulders, and then she was being lifted back onto the bench.