The Extractor

by Leslie Georgeson

  He didn’t disappoint. Kissing his way up, he found my center, where I needed him the most.

  I arched up off the bed with a soft cry as he took me higher and higher, until my world exploded into sweet nirvana. When I finally landed, my body was weak and pliable, but completely sated, the pleasure he’d given me so much more than I’d ever anticipated. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and I wouldn’t complain.

  He kissed his way up my torso, suckling my breasts again, very thorough in his seduction. Every touch was pleasurable. Every kiss heavenly bliss. I never wanted it to stop. Another contented sigh escaped me. Good Lord, the man knew how to treat a lady well. I wasn’t used to such tender administrations, such courtesy from a man in bed.

  Anticipation built.

  I wanted to touch him now. I wanted to lick and stroke and taste. I wanted to explore Ryan’s gorgeous body, all those sexy muscles. I wanted to drive him as wild as he was driving me. I wanted to seduce, too.

  “Wait.”

  He stilled, raising his head from my breast, his gaze latching onto mine.

  “My turn,” I whispered. “I want to touch you now.” I pushed against his chest, urging him to roll over. I’d never demanded any kind of control in the bedroom before. I’d always let my lovers take charge—not that I’d had many lovers. But for the first time, I wanted to have some control, and not be the only one who surrendered.

  His eyes twinkled, filling with a mixture of desire and delight. “Ooh, the bossy Liz came out. I like it.” He rolled sideways, pulling me with him. “Take over, baby. Boss me around. Do what you want with me.”

  I choked out a laugh, playfully slapping his arm. “At least you didn’t call me doll.”

  He huffed. “Trust me. I’ll never make that mistake again.”

  I smiled, looking into his eyes. “I like it best when you call me by my name.”

  He lifted his hand to brush a finger along my cheek. “Lizzz,” he whispered, making my pulse quicken. “Like that?”

  Heat scorched through me. “Yes. Like that.” Just like that. I straddled him, kissing down his glorious chest, marveling at all those sleek, hard muscles. He was so perfect, so sexy. And so…naked. Sometime during all that seduction, he’d stripped his sweats off without my knowledge. Feeling a little cheated, for I’d wanted to be the one to strip him bare, I glanced down at the thick length of him proudly jutting out between his legs.

  Oh my…treasure, indeed. I stared, marveling at how big and beautiful and hard he was.

  Unable to resist, I lowered my head, doing something I’d never done before. I kissed the tip, then licked up and down his length, before taking him into my mouth.

  “Liz,” he choked out. “Fuck. If you keep doing that, I’m going to lose it.”

  I smiled, lifting my gaze to his while I continued to lick and suck.

  He moaned softly. “Liz,” he warned, his eyelids drooping.

  Satisfied with his response, pleased I was able to drive him crazy too, I lifted my head. I didn’t want him to lose it just yet. “Do you have a condom?”

  He motioned impatiently toward the bathroom. “Love gloves are in my toiletries bag.”

  Love gloves? I snorted out a laugh, shaking my head as I slid off the bed. His gaze followed me the entire way as I went into the bathroom and came back moments later with a “love glove”. For the first time in my life, I felt proud of my body. I strutted forward, holding my head high, thrusting my chest out, letting Ryan look his fill.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, continuing to watch as I climbed back on the bed and tore the condom wrapper open, then gently rolled the “love glove” over him. His eyes glazing with lust, he rested his hand on my hip as I straddled him. Anticipation swept through me, followed by a rush of pure need. I wanted this. I wanted him.

  A sudden wave of uncertainty crashed over me. Would I disappoint him? He was way more experienced than me. What if I didn’t please him?

  “Liz?” His soft voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

  I jerked my gaze to his.

  “You okay?”

  As I looked into his eyes, my uncertainty faded. There was a mixture of lust and genuine caring in his eyes. I trusted Ryan completely. He’d saved me. He would never intentionally hurt me. And I wanted him. Desperately.

  “Yes,” I said in rush. “I’m just…afraid I’ll disappoint you.”

  He reached up and gently cupped my cheek in his palm. “You could never disappoint me, Liz. But we don’t have to do this. If you want to stop, we’ll stop right now.”

  I swallowed hard as I stared into his eyes. Eyes filled with tenderness and concern. I had no doubt that Ryan cared for me. I was witnessing it right now in his eyes. This beautiful man actually cared for me. Warmth spread throughout my body. And I cared for him. More than I wanted to admit.

  “Liz?”

  I leaned over and kissed him, brushing my lips over his. Softly. Gently. Desire returned in a hot rush, washing over me, filling me with need. He kissed me back, his lips moving expertly against mine, his tongue sweeping in to dance and swirl and mate with mine. I wanted this, no matter the consequences. I wanted him. He was letting me control this, which was a new experience for me.

  I lifted my head, leaning back, my gaze locking on his. Slowly, I settled over him, taking him in, gasping as he filled me, stretching me. I paused, adjusting to his size, my core clenching in need. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled my mouth back to his. He kissed me, a slow sensuous invasion, and I was lost, so lost in him. I melted in that moment, sinking against him as he thrust his hips upward, dragging a desperate moan out of me. Delirious with need, I ground against him, my body alive with sensation, my core throbbing with need. Oh God.

  He kept kissing me, a sensual exploration of lips and tongues and aching desire. I wanted… I needed…

  Leaning back again, I began to move with him, sliding up, then down, rocking gently, then tilting my head back and gasping softly as an orgasm rocked through me. Ryan kept moving with me, slowly, sensuously, and brought me to the peak once again. Together we found the perfect rhythm. Together, we rode the waves of pleasure.

  And together, we drowned in each other, awash in the feelings we aroused in each other, getting completely swept away. Higher and higher we flew, clear to the heavens. Until we became lost in the clouds of pure, uninterrupted bliss.

  I collapsed on top of him, gasping for breath, my body weak and sated. Never in my life had I experienced anything like that before. It left me stunned. Reeling. And feeling so breathlessly, amazingly good. I’d never had a lover like Ryan before. He was perfect. He’d ruined me for anyone else. I only wanted him. Forever.

  He gently turned me in his arms and drew me back against him, spooning us together, and nuzzled my neck.

  We lay that way for several moments as our heartbeats slowed. “You just wrecked me,” he whispered, his voice husky. He tightened his arm around me, his hand cupping my breast possessively. “I’m never letting you go now. You know that, right? You’re mine, Liz.”

  Lizzz. I sighed contentedly and snuggled into him. I was just fine with that. In fact, I liked that idea. Being his.

  He leaned up on his arm, rolling me beneath him. “What? No arguments?”

  I chuckled. “No, none.” God help me, I was falling for him. Hell, I might have already fallen. He now had the power to break me. But I didn’t care. I wanted to revel in this moment. I wanted to enjoy every single second with him. I never wanted this to end.

  “Good.” He nuzzled my neck again, then sucked on my ear, making me gasp and squirm. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet. I’m just getting started.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  Ryan

  I had never cuddled a woman after sex before. I’d never held a woman in my arms as we both drifted off to sleep.

  But that was exactly what I did with Liz.

  We dozed for a while, then woke, kissing and touching all over again. Then
I pinned her down and showed her I could be “bossy” too, kissing my way all over her body, having my way with her, making us both insane with lust, before we finally came together as one, gasping and panting in our shared pleasure.

  We fell asleep again, snuggling contentedly in each other’s arms. Joy filled my chest, warming me like the heat of the sun’s rays on a hot summer day. I was in love for the first time in my life. And it was fucking amazing.

  I woke later with a morning wood that couldn’t be ignored. After a few kisses and gentle touches to prepare her, I sank into her slick, wet heat from behind. She moaned and arched into me, and again we drowned in each other, riding the waves of blissful pleasure. I didn’t think I would ever get enough of her. Every kiss, every touch was heaven. I hadn’t lied when I’d told her she’d wrecked me, and now she was rebuilding me into a better man. A man who wanted to please her at every turn.

  Though I’d always enjoyed sex, it had never been like this before. Physical intimacy was different, more personal, more intimate, after you bared your soul to someone. After you had true feelings for someone. Sex with Liz was so good I couldn’t find the words to describe it. Phenomenal. Amazing. Incredible. Soul-shattering. None of those words did justice to what was between us.

  I had no doubt this was true love. I had no doubt she was my soulmate. My forever girl.

  She rolled over onto her back, smiling up at me. “You’re insatiable.”

  I sniggered. “I can’t help it.” I kissed down her chest and nuzzled in between her glorious breasts. “You’re so hot, Liz, I can’t not touch you.”

  She laughed softly, then sighed as I took a plump nipple into my mouth and sucked. Liz had amazing tits. The best I’d ever seen. And they were mine now. Only mine.

  “These beauties are mine now,” I stated, tweaking her nipple and making her gasp. “Only mine.”

  She whimpered. “Yes.” She didn’t sound upset by that.

  Smiling, I took her mouth in a hot, wet kiss, then leaned back and studied her. She gazed up at me, her eyes filling with sudden wariness. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just so struck by your beauty that I can’t stop staring at you.”

  She let out a soft laugh and smacked my arm. “Stop that.”

  I grinned. “It’s true. You take my breath away, Liz. And I mean it.”

  She stared into my eyes, and that connection we’d shared earlier flowed between us, strengthening, sealing us together, leaving no doubt in my mind that this girl was meant to be mine. Forever. Liz was no one-night stand. Liz was my “forever”.

  I cleared my throat. “You hungry? Let’s order something in.”

  She sat up slowly, yawning. “Yes. I’ll eat whatever you order. I’m going to take a shower.”

  She disappeared into the bathroom while I looked over the restaurant takeout list. There weren’t many choices for breakfast, but the hotel served a continental breakfast downstairs.

  I decided I would go down and bring us both something to eat.

  I eyed the bathroom door, the image of Liz’s voluptuous curves beneath the warm spray clouding my vision and making me hesitate.

  Breakfast could wait. I’d rather join Liz.

  I slipped silently into the bathroom, joining her in the shower.

  She gave a start as I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her wet body back against mine, and kissed along her neck.

  She let out a sigh and leaned into me. “Again?” she teased, her breath hitching out, betraying her need for me. She couldn’t resist me any more than I could resist her. She was absolutely perfect for me. I just had to convince her that I was perfect for her, too.

  I chuckled, rubbing against her, making her moan. “Yes, again. I told you I was nowhere near done with you, remember?”

  She turned around, wrapping her arms around my neck, and pulled me closer. I kissed her deeply, passionately, and she let out a soft whimper, pressing against me in invitation. I lifted her leg and slid home, taking her in quick, deep thrusts, dragging gasps of pleasure out of both of us.

  Home.

  That’s what Liz was to me.

  Home.

  It was official. I loved this girl.

  And I was never letting her go.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  Liz

  My phone rang as Ryan and I were sitting across the tiny table from each other, eating breakfast. Ryan had gone downstairs where they were serving breakfast, and had come back with a tray filled with coffee, donuts, orange juice, fruit, and other various pastries and things.

  “It’s Glenda,” I announced.

  “Shit,” Ryan murmured. “She wanted us to have breakfast with her. I forgot.”

  I smiled and swiped the screen. “Good morning, Glenda.”

  A pause, then, “Good morning, Liz. Is Ryan with you?”

  “Yes. He’s right here.”

  “Did he forget our breakfast date?”

  I glanced at Ryan and smiled. “He did. We’re eating right now.”

  “I’ll come join you,” she said. “What room are you in?”

  “Um,” I covered the phone with my hand and whispered at Ryan, “She wants to come over and have breakfast with us. What should I tell her?”

  “Tell her to come on over. I’ll call Tracker and Jacob and have them escort her here.”

  “Ryan said to come on over. We’re in Room 325.”

  “Perfect!” came her response. “See you in a few.”

  I disconnected while Ryan picked up his own phone and swiped the screen. “Good morning!” he said cheerily to whomever was on the other end. “Can you escort my mom over to my room here? She’s having breakfast with me and Liz.” He paused a moment, listening, his gaze focusing on me. “Yeah. Liz is fine. She’s doing great, actually.” His smile widened as he glanced at me. “Thanks, man. See you soon.”

  He set his phone aside and took a sip of his coffee.

  “Who was that?” I asked. “What did he say?”

  “That was Tracker. He and Jacob will escort my mom over here. He asked how you were doing, and I told him you were doing great.” He winked.

  I blushed. I was doing great. In fact, I was feeling pretty incredible right now. I was in love. And that knowledge was both exhilarating and frightening at the same time. Ryan and I had made love many times over the past eight or nine hours, and each time it was incredible. Though I was a little sore from all our sexual activities, it was a good kind of soreness. A happy kind of soreness. Ryan was absolutely, hands down, the best lover I’d ever had before. The most generous lover. The most amazing lover. Just sitting across the table from him right now filled me with pleasure. With anticipation about how and where our next time together might be. That’s how good he made me feel. And the way he gazed back at me right now made me feel beautiful and sexy, my prior insecurities forgotten.

  I’d fallen for him. This thing with Ryan felt real. It felt right. No other man had ever made me feel this way.

  Just Ryan.

  I was addicted to him. I was utterly, completely in love with him. And I had no idea how this might turn out. If we went our separate ways after the dregs dealt with Mateo and Ellington, it would surely break my heart. I didn’t know if I could survive that.

  I should pull back now, put some distance between us while I still could.

  Except, it was already too late for me. I loved him. I wasn’t sure how it was possible to fall in love with someone so quickly. But these feelings he aroused in me were so powerful they couldn’t be ignored. I felt as if I’d known him forever. I felt like we belonged together. Soulmates.

  Ryan reached across the table and grabbed my hand. “You believed me when I told you that you changed me, right?” he asked, his gaze filling with earnest. “I don’t want anyone but you, Liz. I would do absolutely anything for you. I want to spoil you, lavish you with gifts, take you on romantic dates…You own me, Liz. All of me. Forever.”

  My heart pounded. Those words…God, t
hey filled me with so much hope. So much joy. Emotion clogged my throat. Tears stung my eyes. I wanted that so badly. I wanted him so badly.

  Ryan came around the table and knelt beside me, taking my hand in his again. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’ve never told a girl those things before. They just came out of me before I could stop them. But I meant them. Every single word.”

  I chuckled softly, my heart melting at the way he knelt there beside me, so attentive to me. How could he be so perfect? So amazing? I dragged in air, looking into his eyes. He left me speechless.

  “I can see you want to say something,” he whispered, pulling on my hand, urging me closer. “Come here, my beautiful girl. Talk to me.”

  I dropped out of my chair and knelt in front of him on the floor. I let out a nervous laugh. “We’re kneeling on the floor.”

  He shrugged. “I’d walk through a burning building for you, Liz. I’d climb the highest mountain for you. I’d sail the most dangerous sea for you. I would gladly withstand the most painful torture for you.” He squeezed my hand. “I don’t know how else to tell you how I feel.” His gaze turned serious. “I wasn’t going to say anything yet, because I was afraid I might scare you away, but I think you need to hear this now.”

  I looked into his eyes, my heart pounding furiously as I waited.

  He drew in a deep breath, then puffed it out in a rush. “You make me smile, Liz. You fill my heart with joy. You make me feel when I haven’t felt much of anything in a long time. You are perfect for me in every way. You are the only woman I want. Now, and forever. You are my soulmate. I feel it deep in here.” He smacked his chest. “I know this with a certainty that makes my heart sing. You belong with me. And I belong with you. I love you, Liz. You seriously messed me up. But in the best way possible. I didn’t know I could feel as good as I do when I’m with you.”

  The tears welled over, spilling down my cheeks. A sob burst out of me.

  He drew me into his arms, and we held each other tightly, our love flowing between us. This handsome, charming, funny man was mine. Was this really happening? Had Ryan just said he loved me? Was I having a dream?