“Am I making up the fact that you were ogling Jason’s half naked body?”
Her cheeks flushed. “I wasn’t.”
“Oh, you bloody were, babe. You were looking at his torso like you wanted to lick him like an icy pole.”
“What?” Indignant, she shoved upright, only to come into contact with his own body, which had the satisfying result of making him a little horny from the feel of her breasts against his chest, and so satisfyingly dominant when she quickly thumped back against the wall.
“Yeah.” He practically growled the word out, low and deep, loving the way her pupils dilated like prey. “You were looking at him, and babe, that pissed me off very big time.”
Her hands fluttered away from his abdomen to wipe down her skirt, a dead giveaway of her nerves. And guilt? Oh yeah, he’d sprung her good.
“After all this, you had every intention of driving him home. Alone.”
“Let me guess,” she almost quavered, while trying to appear nonchalant. “That pissed you off big time?”
“You have no idea.” He bent his elbows more, not missing the way her eyes darted towards his arms, the swell of his biceps and triceps as they bunched and flexed under his weight. “And when I told you I was taking him home, you dared to even try to come with us.”
“Hey!” Her gaze shot back to his face. “You were going to be in the car as well, so we weren’t going to be alone!”
“You honestly think I’d allow you to go out to the Dawson farm? To the place where his woman-abusive bastard of a father and equally troublesome brother live? You honestly think I’d let you?”
“Let me?” Anger flared in her eyes for the first time. “You don’t let me, Ryder. You have no say in what I do!”
“That changes from now.”
“What?” Disbelieving, she stared at him.
“You heard.”
For several second she simply gaped, then the expected flash of fury glittered through her eyes. Snapping upright, she placed her palms on his chest and shoved. “You bloody, egotistical-”
Ryder didn’t hear the rest of what she said, his attention focussed on how close her body was to his, the tips of those bountiful breasts brushing his shirt front, those hard little nipples pressing against him.
Oh man, her fury was a sight to behold. As she railed at him, no doubt calling him everything under the sun, her round cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkled, and those lush lips formed shapes that had him going hard.
Oh yeah, he was turned on by Dee, no doubt about it. His shaft was hard, stiff, aching. His blood flowed hot and thick through his veins. His body reacted to hers, his senses to hers, and while she told him off his libido spiked higher than it had ever done in his life.
The woman was a hot ball of fire that beckoned to him, called to him, pulled at him like a mythical Siren to a sailor at sea.
He’d felt the jealousy, the possessiveness, claw through him as soon as he’d seen Jason with his hand on her, and it had only grown stronger, more insistent with every transgression she made, every toss of her head, every look she gave him of defiance.
How? No clue. Why now? No bloody idea. What was he going to do about it? Follow his instincts.
Grabbing her shoulders, he jerked her to him, dropping his head to cover her lips, swallowing her words, her very breath as he cut off her tirade.
God, her lips were like silk, her mouth so hot, satin with her honey. He couldn’t get enough of her, of her mouth, of everything that was Dee. Her generously curved body fit against his harder, muscular one as though they were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly. Her temper matched his, her stubbornness almost a mirror image, and while it should have made them enemies, it instead drew them together to be good friends all their lives.
Now he wanted her as more than a friend, wanted more than a kiss on the forehead, a teasing ruffle of her hair, a pinch of those cute cheeks.
He wanted her. Wanted her body, her silk, her heat. Wanted to sink into her, fill her, take what she gave, give her what he could, be so close to her that nothing could come between them.
Wanted to be her lover.
Was going to be her lover.
Right now.
She was kissing him back, almost desperately, hands clutching him, pulling him close, her mouth opening to him, letting him in hungrily. She tasted of apple, sweet and fresh, and her own unique essence that made his craving even more urgent.
Ryder’s whole world narrowed down to the woman in his arms, her generous curves, her sweet taste, her hunger that was rising so harshly to match his.
Without relinquishing her mouth he stepped sideways, pulling her into the open doorway of her bedroom, crowding her back towards the bed. While he kissed and guided her, his hands pulled her shirt upwards, whipping it over her head, barely noticing how she raised her arms obligingly.
He sure as hell noticed her fingers yanking at the buttons on his shirt, pulling them free before she shoved his shirt down over his shoulders. With several quick moves, he almost ripped the shirt the remainder of the way down, tossing it carelessly aside.
God, he was so damn hungry for her. He couldn’t remember ever being this hungry, this desperate, this damned aching for a woman, his shaft so hard already, practically screaming for release.
When she reached for the zipper on his waistband, he brushed her fingers aside, not trusting that she wouldn’t accidentally catch his rock hard shaft in it, and unzipped quickly, snapping the button off in his haste as he wrenched the waistband open.
He almost died when Dee’s fingers raked up his abdomen, her palms flattening on his pecs before her fingers caught the small hoop in his nipple. She tugged lightly, sending spirals of heat through him as her fingers kneaded around the hoop, pressed into his nipple and the small ring of brown skin around it. He’d never realised how sensitive his areolas were, no woman had ever lingered there, ever touched in the same way, ever kneaded.
Or maybe no one had ever touched them as did Dee.
Or maybe it was because he’d always been the one doing the kneading on the woman. He had a few choices.
Ryder kissed her hard, fast, dragging the breath from her forcibly, expertly unsnapping the clasps on her bra, drawing the delicate straps down her arms. The bra cups didn’t fall away, prevented by her breasts pressed against him
When he made to step back to allow the bra to slip free, Dee grabbed his arms, a soft gasp tearing from her. “No.”
“Not going anywhere, babe,” he whispered against her lips, sliding one hand around her nape to hold her mouth to his as he eased his body back enough to allow the bra to slip free.
He slid his lips from hers, trailed them across her cheek and down below her ear, pressing his mouth against the sensitive skin in a hot, open kiss, tongue flicking out to lick lightly as he moved lower, seeking and finding the pulse that beat so erratically in the side of her neck.
When she tipped her head sideways to allow him access, her breathy moan music to his ears, he sucked gently, nipped, laved, feeling her tremble.
Nuzzling her neck, he smoothed his hands down her sides, finding the elastic waist of her skirt, pushing it down over her voluptuous hips to fall to the floor around her feet. Resting his hands on her hips, he flexed gently, testing the soft give of her flesh, the warmth of her skin beneath the silk of her panties. Somehow he’d always thought of Dee as a cotton-undies girl. Silk, never. Cotton, yes. He was delightedly surprised.
He was even more delighted when he traced the delectable curves upwards, skimming the outside of her breasts before caressing inwards to play lightly over the hard little nipples that grazed his upper abdomen.
Dee moaned, arched into him, and he was more than happy to close his palms over her breasts, finding the bountiful mounds too big to fit, sliding his hands beneath to cup them, loving the way they overfilled his palms.
Jesus, Dee had beautiful breasts, the natural tear drop shape and heaviness making him hunger to taste them, to see them.
At just the thought his shaft shifted, seeking freedom from the confines of his clothes. Even with the zipper of his pants open his jocks confined it, and it leaked almost angrily.
The throbbing grew more urgent, more demanding, and Ryder toed off his boots, kicking them away as he shoved his pants down to follow, releasing his shaft from the material, feeling it surge up between them. With a groan of pure lust he pressed himself against Dee, squeezing his rod between them in torturous pleasure.
Christ, he almost came straight away. When she moved, he thrust his hips against her.
Lifting his head, he looked down at her, seeing the glitter of desire in her eyes, the dilation of her pupils, the thin rim of pale blue irises. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, redder than usual, and his satisfaction was insurmountable knowing he’d done it.
“Ryder,” she whispered.
“Babe.” Catching her lips, he kissed almost ruthlessly, his desire for her surging within him, going from hot to carnal fire.
Hauling her up against him, he deepened the kiss, tongue sweeping in to ravish her mouth, licking and tasting, taking and giving, sucking the very breath from her, leaving her almost limp in his arms, clinging to him.
Sure as hell he liked that sensation, the way she leaned into him, trusting him, making him feel protective and possessive all at once, dominant, his natural nature coming to the fore.
Not that it had ever left. He’d stalked her, trapped her against the wall, kissed her and practically dragged her into the bedroom, keeping her high on passion for their combined pleasure.
But there was so much more to come, her heat, her silk, her cream coating him.
With a low, guttural growl, Ryder tipped her back onto the bed, following her down, pinning her to the mattress as he took her mouth again, kissing hotly, deeply, feeling as if he could feast on her mouth for an eternity.
Bracing himself on one elbow, he reached between their bodies, darkly pleased when she parted her thighs for him, but his frustration rose with a touch of irritation when he encountered not satiny, hot skin, but silk panties.
Fisting his hand in the side of it, he ripped it apart with one powerful tug, ignoring Dee’s gasp of surprise. Releasing her lips, he lifted his head to lock his gaze on hers, watching with primal satisfaction the widening of her eyes, the flicker of uncertainty.
God yes, she was his, she was under him, she was controlled by him. She was laid out for his pleasure, for their pleasure, and by God he planned to bury his carnal desires in her hot, curvy body.
And take her along for the erotic ride.
Slowly, he smiled, revealing his raptorial ardour, the dark lust that rode him as hard as he planned to ride her.
Keeping their gazes locked, he lifted his hips enough to slide his hand to her other hip, grabbing the silk material and ripping it free with another powerful tug.
“Lift you hips,” he ordered, voice deep, almost harsh with need.
Wordlessly she obeyed, and reaching beneath her, he yanked the material away, tossing it carelessly aside as she eased down beneath him.
He didn’t lower himself to her, not yet, balancing on his hand and knees above her as he reached down, watching her soft lips tremble a little before she bit them, her eyes wide, hot with desire yet still a little wary.
How he loved keeping her uncertain, off-guard, making her guess his next move, his thoughts.
Placing his fingertips between her breasts, he watched her expression as he exerted a little pressure, scraping his short nails lightly yet firmly down her breastbone, down further, hearing her breath catch as he scraped down the gentle swell of her belly, down further as his nails slid through the curls atop her mound, her pupils dilating so that it almost obliterated the blue of her irises as his fingers continued relentlessly.
But even as he didn’t falter, as he delved between the sheltering, slick flesh that guarded her secrets, he took care, lifting the pressure so his nails didn’t scratch the delicate tissue, but he let her feel his determination, his claiming of her womanhood, his fingers pressing up against her perineum. Then he exerted a little pressure.
Dee’s lips opened on a soft gasp, her hands on the quilt shifting restlessly as he started to lightly tap his fingertips along the delicate flesh.
Deliberately he parted his legs between hers, forcing her thighs to open wider for him, forcing her more until her knees bent upwards and outwards, giving him complete access. Making her feel even more vulnerable.
Slick heat met his fingertips at the entrance to her body and he played around it, trailing his fingertip around the opening, watching her reactions.
She started to squirm, deliciously helpless in the position he had her, hands gripping the quilt as she tried to move away from his touch, her body betraying her by pressing into him even as she sought relief.
He laughed low, sinister. “Not getting away from me now, babe.”
“Ryder, please…please…” Her head tipped back, dropping onto the pillow as she collapsed under him, a soft cry escaping her as his finger slipped deep inside her.
Jesus, she was tight, he could feel it even around just his finger. So damned tight, so deliciously hot. Her slick sheath clasped him like a glove, clamping down, and just the thought of how she’d feel clasped so tightly around his shaft was almost enough to blow his head. Both of them.
Forcing his ravenous lust down, he feasted his senses on her as he again slowly penetrated her body with his finger, sliding it deep inside her, sliding it out, the cream of her body’s response easing the way.
Soft moans slipped from between her kiss-swollen lips, her body writhed beneath him, helplessly held open by his muscular legs and hips, her hands twisted in the quilt, drawing it upwards, her throat arched as her head pushed back into the pillow.
Hungrily, his gaze wandered over her face, down over her shoulders, down further to where her breasts trembled with her every movement, the gentle swell of her belly, the generous curve of her hips, the rounded thighs bared to his gaze, the blonde curls that sheltered her mound.
His senses feasted on her moans, her reactions, her responses, her heat and silk.
His own response was harsh, aching, shaft throbbing angrily, straining upwards to his belly button, leaking in anticipation.
Ryder thumbed the exposed little clitoris, the hard bud swelling beneath his expert caresses.
Dee shuddered, a keening cry escaping her as she arched up into him. Her sheath clamped down harder, muscles starting to spasm.
Immediately he withdrew his finger, giving her secrets a hard little pat, making her jerk in erotic shock.
His laugh was ragged, dark, as he lowered himself onto her, reaching up to grab her wrists and hold them above her head, balancing on his elbows as he looked down into her passion-drenched eyes.
“So beautiful, babe,” he whispered huskily. “So beautiful and all mine.”
Drawing his hips back, his shaft slid through her parted labia to unerringly find the opening to her body, the tip sliding easily into her, aided by the cream of her body. But it wasn’t easy to enter fully, her smallness and his girth making it erotically tight. So very bloody, damned, deliciously tight.
A little shove and the broad head of his shaft slipped inside fully, and with a flex of his hips Ryder surged forward, pushing deep, hard, fast.
Something gave inside her, so quick and fleeting that he almost didn’t register it. But he almost stopped when Dee cried out, her wrists pushing against his hold. Even in the heat of passion he was worried he’d hurt her, been too rough, and he started to lift off her, trying to ignore his shaft which angrily protested and his heart that pounded so hard, but when she lunged up almost desperately to huskily order, “Don’t stop! Goddamn it, don’t you stop!” into his ear, his concern fled, unbridled heat once more overtaking him.
Her sheath clasped him like a fist in a silken glove, making him work to withdraw and push into her, the erotic hold fanning the fires of his desire, makin
g him ravenous to fill her, claim her, show her body it was he who demanded, who took, who gave as he pounded into her, hearing her cries of passion, seeing the heat blazing in her eyes, and as his body pounded hers, he dropped his head to claim her mouth, ravaging it deeply, swallowing her cries.
Her body was hot and tight around him, softness beneath him, her mouth a honey-filled cavern. Her scent filled the air, he sucked it in with every hard breath, the light scent of flowered perfume and her womanly essence combined.
She tugged at her wrists and he released her, glad he did so when her hands slid around to his back, nails digging in deep as she arched beneath him, her body helpless to do anything but take what he gave, and he thrust harder, deeper, riding her almost ruthlessly.
Jesus, his heart was thundering so hard, blood hot, thick, flashing through him on a crimson tide of carnal heat that scorched him from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Dee cried out beneath him and he pushed upward on his arms, muscles bulging as he took his weight, looking down at her as she pushed her head back into the pillow.
Passion, her face showed pure passion. Her eyes in the dim light glittered with it before she closed them, the thick lashes sweeping down to hide the brilliance. Little moans of passion filled the air in time to his thrusts and he knew she was close, the puckered nipples on her breasts flushed deep pink. Her nails dug into his skin in hungry ecstasy, and he felt the ripple in her sheath.
Harder he rode her, reaching above her to clamp his hand on the headboard, using it to brace them both as he pounded into her, rutted like a craving beast, so hot and hard he could hardly think. Fire spiralled through him, scorching his skin, need boiling up inside him, ardour flaring out to rake down low from the pit of his stomach to the sac drawing so tightly against him.
He moved on instinct now, caught up in mind-shattering pleasure, the heat and silk of her gripping him so tightly making him swell inside her, drag harder to pull out, push to get back in, a glorious, rutting action that plucked the strings of desire down in his sac, drawing searing seed upwards, splintering it along his shaft, swelling and hot, bursting forth as he threw his head back, his guttural snarl of triumph and unbridled prurience filling the room.
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