“I refuse to confirm or deny such unsubstantiated allegations,” she said with a lift of her chin, glad he couldn’t see the heat rising in her cheeks.
“That’s a lot of fancy-ass words, doll. Come, let me give your mouth something better to do with its time,” Ryder said, and before she could think to respond, he was pulling her into his arms again. His mouth covered hers and they didn’t come up for air for a very long time.
Later, they took turns soaping each other up in the shower, then she slipped out to dry off. Seeing him standing there with all his scars and tattoos on display and waterproof bandages covering his wounds really tugged at her heart.
She quickly pulled on some panties and a camisole to avoid him taking one look at her and wanting to go another round. Hell, she was doubtful any amount of clothing would dissuade the man, but she had to try. A girl needed a break sometimes, after all.
The moment his eyes landed on her, Ryder stalked over. His naked body, dripping with water, took her breath away. “You’re overdressed, doll.”
One hand came up and she tenderly ran it over the huge skull tattoo covering his chest. It was his club symbol. They’d already talked about that once before. Her hand drifted down to the bulging six-pack abs. “Why do you have a flock of crows flying across one side of your stomach?”
“You don’t want to know.”
Instinctively, she knew. “One for every person you killed?”
His eyes grew stormy. “Seven, including Ace’s brother. Before you ask, no. It does not get any easier. I still have bad dreams about every single one of them.”
Her mouth was suddenly dry. He also had huge angel wings, one on each shoulder. “I’m my club’s Sergeant-at-Arms.”
Again. she knew without him explaining. “Their protector?”
Nodding, he grew still beneath her touch.
“You’re their dark angel.”
“You’re a fuckin’ smart little bitch. Ain’t no woman ever got me that way before.”
Smiling slightly, she murmured, “You curse a lot.”
“Don’t go tryin’ to change me.”
Looking up at him under her long, beautiful lashes, she spoke softly, “I like you just the way you are. All the scars, tattoos, cursing, and bad attitude just make you perfect and unique. People shouldn’t try to change other people, but in your case, I’d have to be insane to mess with perfection.”
“Fuck, you slay me every single time you open your mouth.” His whispered reply sounded a little awestruck.
Without asking permission, his placed his hands around her waist and tugged her closer. As always, Tiffany came willing to him, eager to experience the affection and pleasure only he could give. His kiss was tender and loving. She enjoyed the gentle scratch of his short facial hair. Within seconds, they were tangling tongues. Tiffany found herself practically climbing his sexy body.
Laughing, he pushed her back. “No climbing back on my cock. It’s my turn to get a little taste. You’re just going to lay there and take it, sweetness.”
Before she could lodge a formal protest, he had her flat on her back and was crawling up her. He looked so serious, she had to laugh. “Sorry, baby, I got confused. I thought you were one of those rides outside stores. You know the ones where anyone can have a ride for a quarter.”
Tossing her a roguish grin, he ripped off her panties with one hand. Lifting her with one hand, he used the other to playfully smack her ass. “That’s what you get for comparing me to a kiddie ride, sweetheart. You’ll find out real goddamn fast, I’m more like the wild carnival ride everyone stands in line for twice at a huge amusement part.”
Teasing him for no reason she could discern, she deadpanned, “You mean like the tea cup ride at—”
“Shit, girl, you are trying to piss me off.” Sliding his fingers into her warm heat, he growled, “Think bigger and meaner, like the biggest, baddest thrill ride in the park. That’s me.” His propensity to brag himself all up to her was kind of endearing.
Closing her eyes, she reveled in the pleasure of his touch. A ripping sound tore her from her the moment she felt the camisole being pulled from her body. Tiffany knew she should be upset at the dominance display, but she wasn’t. It was making her hotter than she’d ever been before.
As he moved from her lips to tease each breast, she cradled his head with both hands, urging him on. She knew she was already soaking wet for him again. It felt strange to enjoy so much sex in a day. Tiffany smiled to herself, hoping it was going to be like this for a nice long while.
When his mouth landed between her legs, Ryder was sure of himself. He explored her body and tested her responses like a man on mission from God. When he found something she liked, he made sure to do it a lot. He expertly teased an orgasm out of her within minutes. Looking up at her from between her thighs, he made eye contact before giving her one last tantalizing lick.
Crawling up her body, he murmured, “You just sealed your fate with me, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna be able to live without the taste of you on my tongue.”
Tiffany giggled, absurdly pleased by the compliment. “I definitely know that feeling.”
Lying down on his back he commanded, “Suck me or take a turn on your new carnival ride. Whatever you want, but do it now ‘cause I’m dying to come.”