“Umm.” She turned to face him at the bottom of the steps. “How are we getting to. . .”
“My assistant makes sure my car is at the hotel anytime I’m in town. And I’ve been nursing the same beer all night, so I can drive.” Now the embarrassing part. “My house is right down the road. You’re more than welcome there, but…” He swallowed and studied the ground beneath them before peeking back up at her.
This woman was a successful, responsible adult. So different from the twenty somethings he normally hooked up with. She was about to see how disordered his life was. It was bad enough he was Jo’s irresponsible kid brother, ten years younger than Bridget. Now he had to admit to having a curfew.
She cocked her head, and her gorgeous lips—the ones he couldn’t wait to get a real taste of—turned down.
“But what?” she asked and crossed her arms, pushing full, round breasts up into the low neckline of her dress.
“We have roll call at midnight,” Ryan rushed the words out and forced his gaze back to her face.
Bridget’s brow furrowed. “Roll call?” she parroted, her pitch rising a bit at the end in confusion.
“Team curfew,” he mumbled, covering his fist with his other hand and cracking his knuckles.
“Oh, of course.” She smirked, shaking her head. “Keeps you guys out of trouble.”
His teeth clenched. The last thing he wanted was for her to see him as immature. Or worse, irresponsible.
“Why don’t you come to my place? And then you can head back to the hotel whenever you need to.”
Part of him wanted her at his house. Wanted her to see that he was a successful adult who owned a home that was decorated with something other than a keg and a nasty futon. But it didn’t make sense to pack her up and take her home at midnight so he could check in with his team.
“Aidan’s not back from school for another two weeks,” she murmured, like she was hesitant or shy admitting that. But she had raised a polite, smart, kick ass kid all by herself, and she should be proud of that.
He clicked the unlock button, and his car four spaces away beeped, causing her to turn. Without any more talk about how she had her act together and he was under the thumb of his coaches, he led her to his red SUV. But instead of helping her in, he grabbed her arm and spun her hard. He needed to show her he was man enough to take care of all her needs.
She gasped in surprise, and he didn’t hesitate. He claimed her mouth like he’d spent years wishing he could. Her full lips were as satiny as her skin, and within seconds, she opened up and let him inside. Her willingness to surrender to him caused a rumble of a growl deep in his throat as he took in the essence that was her. Exploring all her sweetness, he ran his tongue over every inch of her mouth, demanding more. He pressed her back into the door of his Explorer, grinding hard against her while he gripped tight to her round ass.
She grasped his shirt, digging into the skin of his chest. It wasn’t enough. He needed more skin and less material between them.
He ran his hand down the curve of her hip and yanked her leg up to hook around him. Through his jeans, he could feel her hot, damp heat pressed hard into his cock. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, mimicking the motion his dick was desperate to experience. The logical part of his brain told him he couldn’t fuck her in the parking lot, but when she moaned against his lips, rational thought disappeared, and he ground into her harder.
The loud honk made Bridget jump, but although Ryan broke the kiss, he didn’t look away from her.
“Get in the car this second, or I’ll slide those soaked panties to the side and fuck you right here.”
Her eyes flashed before her lips tipped up in a small smile. “Yes, sir.”
The two words vibrated through him, and it took everything in him not to dive straight back into what she offered. The thought of taking charge of her had his dick going impossibly hard. He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten this lucky, but the woman was getting rewarded as soon as he was in the driver’s seat.
It took him thirty seconds to get her in and get around to his own seat. He’d dropped off Aidan enough over the years that he didn’t need directions to her house, but he needed something else.
“Uncross your legs,” he demanded while pulling the car out of the parking space. He couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips when she did as he commanded.
He snaked his hand up her thigh, her soft skin pebbling under his touch. Her breath caught, and she let out a barely audible whimper.
“What do you need?” he asked. His hand tightened on the soft skin of her inner thigh, and her hips jerked forward, silently begging for his touch. He tried again, hoping she’d give him the words he wanted. “Be a good girl and tell me what you need.”
“Touch me,” she whispered.
Hell yes.
Pushing aside the scrap of material in his way, he finally sank his fingers into her hot folds. Her body responded immediately, her hips thrusting hard against his hand.
“Is this what you want?” He teased her with light brushes of his fingers, pulling back as she thrust against him.
“Harder,” she demanded, and he complied, bringing her right to the edge before pulling back. “Ryan, please,” she begged as she pressed into his hand.