Stronger (The University of Gatica #4)

by Lexy Timms

  "Then take me somewhere. I'm not here to drink a beer and meet people. I'm here to indulge myself with the most beautiful woman I've seen in forever." He moved her hand and leaned down, pulling her up to devour her mouth in another long kiss. She moaned with need, her hands sliding down the flexed muscles of his side. He kissed her a few more times, licking once just under her top lip. "Delicious."

  She shifted to turn, needing air. He helped her move until she faced the backyard, his arms encircling her as he pressed himself against her back. She groaned again, pressing the softness of her rear against his erection, her head against his shoulder. One hand stayed on her stomach, fingers spread out as if trying to touch as much of her as he could, the other moved slowly to massage one of her breasts.

  He leaned down and whispered into her ear. "I want you so fucking bad. I've wanted you since I saw you in the bar. You, Chrissy, have taken center stage in the naughtiest of my fantasies the last few days. See what you do to me." He pinched her nipple softly, tugging at it as his teeth grazed her neck and hips thrusted forward and up.

  "Fuck," she whispered, moving from him and letting her head drop. Her back ached slightly, desire causing her to demand carnality, and soon. She looked over her shoulder at him, both of his hands having moved to her hips.

  "Let's go. Tell your uncle you're not feeling well. I'll tell Jason to take Elizabeth home. Meet me out front in five minutes. Please don't leave me waiting." He ran his hand over the curve of her butt and growled softly. "Move fast for me, Chrissy."

  CHAPTER 12

  Chrissy sagged against the cold marble of the railing, sweat collecting just above her lip. He was so far beyond her league. How the hell had things escalated so fast? She picked up her glass and finished the wine in a long drink. She needed something stronger, but from the sound of his voice, she didn't have time for another drink. She moved into the house and located her uncle. He turned as she touched his arm, concern covering his face.

  "What's wrong, peanut?"

  "I'm not feeling so well, Uncle Marc."

  "You need to go lie down in one of the bedrooms? I'll have someone bring you some soup, yes?"

  She smiled and leaned into the side hug he pulled her into. "No, I'm going to go home. I'll come visit this next week and we can catch up."

  "You sure? We're just about to start the festivities."

  "Yeah, my stomach—my knee, I mean. It’s killing me."

  Marc kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. "Okay, but rain check for sure. Keep that boyfriend long enough for me to talk his ear off about hockey, okay? Unless he's bad to you, then tell me and Jason and we'll beat his ass."

  She rolled her eyes and moved back. "Okay, whatever."

  "Hey, leave an old man with his dignity, yeah?"

  She laughed and used her crutches to get through the crowd. Her brother and Elizabeth were nowhere in sight. Ryan stood by the front door, the look on his face one of determination. He motioned for her to come on and she moved faster, working to stay upright as hormones blasted through her body. His black slacks were tight, the outline of his arousal causing her heart to flutter.

  What happened to just being friends?

  "Did you find your uncle?"

  "Yes. Did you find my brother?"

  "Yes. He's not thrilled about me taking care of you, but I didn't give him much in the way of options." Ryan pushed the door open, moving out and holding it as he called out a number to the valet. He moved in behind her, sliding his arms around her and pulling her back tightly against his front.

  "Ryan," she looked over her shoulder. She didn’t want to fall in love with him and then him leave in a few weeks. “Maybe I should just go home."

  He groaned. “Okay. This isn’t about sex right now, is it?”

  She shook her head. “I barely know you, and you barely know me. Why does it suddenly feel like we have to rush things because we won’t see each other again? I tried the distance thing once, and it didn’t work.”

  "I'll do whatever you want, Chrissy. I only have a year and a half left. This doesn’t have to be a fuck in the hay for two weeks and then I’m outta here."

  She turned back as the car pulled up, conflicting emotions riding her hard.

  He moved from her and walked around to her side, opening the door and giving the valet a look that said to back off. Chrissy got in, chuckling at his reaction and trying to settle her nerves. She turned to chuck her crutches in the back seat before he got in.

  He buckled up and looked over at her. "I'm serious,” he said. “I’m willing to give this a try if you are. But either way, you're coming home with me. That was part of the deal, right? Whether you let me make love to you all night or not is up to you." He winked and turned to pull the car out, the large mansion fading fast behind them.

  "I just went through a horrible breakup after dating this guy for almost five years. We went to different schools and I thought the distance would be no big deal, but it was. I showed up on his birthday and watched him screw some chick for a few minutes in his dorm room. I was standing at the door, too shocked to say anything." She leaned her head back, the pain of the moment gone. Embarrassment was the new emotion that took its place.

  Ryan reached over and took her hand, pulling it toward his mouth and kissing her fingers one at a time. "I'm not that guy and you're going to have to learn to trust people again. One man shouldn't have the power to ruin your relationships going forward." He kissed her fingers again, pulling two of them into his mouth, sucking softly on them. She groaned, her desires overriding her sense of self preservation. "Let tonight be about pleasure. We'll work out what it all means together tomorrow over breakfast. You're in college. You're young and wicked sexy. Let me take you to the top and make you tremor with ecstasy. Give me a chance to make you feel good. No hearts involved, just our bodies."

  "I want to try." How did he make sex sound so incredibly appetizing? One minute he was talking about fucking, the next it was about relationships, and then he was talking about teasing her body until she was a shaking mess. Screw it. She had every right to mess around with him for the next two weeks. Why did it have to be a relationship? What was wrong with enjoying a seriously strong physical attraction?

  "Then do." He sucked her fingers before putting her hand back in her lap. He reached down, his hand sliding along the exposed skin of her good knee and pulling slowly at her dress as his hand moved up her thigh. "Raise your skirt up a little. I want to touch you."

  She looked over at him in the darkness, her breathing off center, her pulse racing violently through her veins. She wasn't one to be told what to do by anyone and yet when he did it, it was hot and welcomed.

  He glanced over at her and smiled. "Trust me. We have ten minutes to get to my dad’s. Raise your skirt a little for me."

  She reached down and tugged at the skirt, lifting her hips, using her good knee until it was mid-thigh.

  "More."

  She glanced at him, his eyes on the road in front of them. She pulled it up to the top of her thighs, the edge of her white lace panties showing at the junction of her thighs. She looked back toward him, trying hard to focus on breathing.

  He nodded and licked at his lips. "Beautiful. Lay the seat back just a little and relax."

  "Ryan..." she whispered, her words shaking slightly. Her stomach sending tremors down her legs.

  He touched her leg. "Trust me."

  She reclined the chair and opened her thighs a little more, his fingers sliding along the softness of her inner thigh. He moved his hand for a moment, reaching down and pulling at the front of his slacks, his hips lifting slightly. He leaned toward her, resting his right elbow on the divider, his finger brushing by the front of her panties. She let out a sound of surprise, her heart almost stopping in her chest. He did it again and her hips arched slightly, her body damning her with its need.

  "Hell yeah, you beautiful thing. You need someone to love you deeply." He slipped his finger down the front of her as her
stomach tightened. "I can almost taste you, Chrissy. Let me when we get to the house? Please?"

  She groaned and turned her head toward the window, her eyes closing as his hand brushed by her again. Desire flooded her system just before his slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties, his touch sinking down into her wetness. She arched her hips again, the sound leaving her lips painfully needy.

  "Look at me. I want to see your face when you come."

  She turned to look at him, his eyes hooded as he stared at the road ahead of them, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips as he slid two fingers into her. She groaned again as he began to move, the soft urges of his voice undoing her fast.

  "That's it. Squeeze hard and take from me what you need. So beautiful, baby."

  She gripped the seat, her eyes closing again as she lost herself to the steady rhythm of his fingers, his palm pressing hard against the top of her sex. She heard her own voice, but almost didn't recognize it. It was too sexy, too low. "Faster..." she whispered, lifting her hips again as a shudder rolled through her.

  He picked up the pace, his thick fingers bringing her to the edge of the universe and throwing her off violently.

  She screamed, her fingers digging into the leather as she rolled her hips, her body exploding as stars lit up her vision.

  "Fuck me," he whispered, slowing his assault until she pressed her hand to his through her panties.

  "Stop. No more," she choked out, whimpering on the end of her words.

  "I’m only getting started." He pulled his hand from her slowly as she slumped in the seat, her heartbeat pumping along her spine, in her neck, her stomach and deep inside her womb. She opened her eyes and looked over at him as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking at them as he watched her.

  "More. I want that all over me." He finished his visual assault and repositioned himself, pulling into a dark driveway as he stopped the car. "I'll come help you get out."

  She mumbled something, the world fuzzy and warm. The car smelled like sex mixed with his cologne. She was so far beyond being in trouble with this man that there was nothing left to do but go with it.

  He wanted it tonight? He was getting it.

  Ryan opened the door to her side, leaning over and pulling her out.

  "My crutches?"

  "I'll get them later." He moved to the front door, shutting the car door with his hip. "Have I told you how hot you are?"

  "I think so. I don't remember. My knee’s messed up. I should really use my crutches.”

  He chuckled and moved toward the door, putting her down to tap something in the key pad. The door opened automatically and Ryan bent over, picking her up as if she weighed nothing. He walked in and closed the door with his foot, moving toward a large room to their right. He set her down on the black leather sofa and moved to turn a few more lights on. The place illuminated in soft romantic light, the fire starting to her left in the oversized ornate fireplace as he pushed a few more buttons.

  Ryan disappeared from the room as Chrissy turned and pulled her leg up on the couch, leaning back and trying to still her heart. She hadn't ever experienced anything like that in all of her life. No one had ever tried anything like it. He was beyond sexy, ballsy and exactly the kind of man that would forever stain her soul.

  He walked back in, his shirt undone and untucked, the tanned muscles of his chest and abs on display. He held up two beers and offered her one. She sat up and took it, taking a long drink.

  "You okay?" He took a sip of his before pulling the shirt from him and throwing it behind him. He moved to his knees and worked with ease to get to her.

  Chrissy stiffened, drinking more of the beer and trying to determine if she were having a heart attack. "I think so," she spoke softly, her voice not at all sounding like her own. "Just not used to all of this."

  "Well, if you're up for being mine then you'd better get used to it." He smiled wickedly. Taking their beers, he turned and put them on the table behind him before tugging her up and making her turn to put her back against the cushions. He moved the coffee table behind him closer. "Put your feet here, at least your right one. Keep it steady."

  She carefully lifted her leg and propped it up as he said. She looked back toward him, reaching out and running her fingers through his dark hair, tugging him closer. He smiled and slid his hands up her thighs, pushing the dress to her waist. Her panties were ruined, wetness coating the front of them. She wanted to be embarrassed, but the look on his handsome face said she was everything he wanted and so much more.

  He leaned down, pressing his mouth and nose to her center before breathing in deeply. He opened his mouth and pressed his teeth against her as she moaned softly, his actions so aggressive and animalistic. He licked at her once before moving back and sitting on his heels, as if contemplating what to do.

  "What's wrong?" Concern surfaced in her stomach as she moved to sit up.

  He pressed his hand to her stomach, pushing her back down. "Do you like these panties?"

  She looked down at them. "What? They're panties. I have a million pairs of them."

  "Good answer." He moved to his knees and reached down, grabbing the soft cotton and ripping them twice to remove them from her. She gasped as he dragged a finger down her center, dipping it into her as he looked up at her. He watched her closely as he pumped the digit a few times in and out of her, the wicked grin on his mouth undoing her. She reached out and took his head, pulling him toward her without resolve.

  "So perfect," he whispered before pressing his tongue to the center of her, his fingers working to touch every place his mouth didn't.

  CHAPTER 13

  He groaned over and over against her, his tongue working slow and longer strokes as she rolled her hips, her bashfulness long gone to the sensation of him giving her waves of pleasure. He licked once more before looking up at her.

  "Come for me. Let me drink you." He moved back down, his words blistering her as she closed her eyes and left her senses focused only on him before her, between her, deep inside of her. She felt the igniting of an orgasm and tightened her body in response, Ryan seeming to understand perfectly as he sucked harder and worked her more deeply.

  The scream that left her filled the room, the heavy panting and long groans all belonging to her. He groaned over and over as he lapped at her center. She tightened her grip on his hair, pulling him back as the emotions started to fade.

  "Stop, Ryan. Stop..." She jerked her hips, pulling him from her. He sat back and licked at his lips, his eyes dark and ominous. He stood and reached down, pulling her to stand with him, ever so careful of her leg.

  "Most divine thing I've ever tasted. Let me tote you to the bedroom and take my time making love to you. Yeah?" He pulled her dress down and moved to pick her up, Chrissy clinging to him.

  “Yes, please." She turned and pressed kisses to his chest, her fingers roaming over his back and neck as he moved them up the stairs.

  "Your leg still okay?"

  "I have legs?" She laughed and he joined her.

  Ryan moved her to a large bed, the sheet silky and royal blue. He set her down before the bed and moved behind her, undoing the zipper to her dress and pushing it softly from her shoulders. He moved down her body, his lips kissing and licking down her back, teeth pressing to the top of her butt. She reached back and undid her bra, tossing it across the room.

  He stood and turned her toward him, his eyes moving down her as a soft growl left him. "I have no words..." He breathed in deeply, reaching for his slacks as Chrissy stopped him. He looked up at her questioningly.

  She pushed his hands away to do it herself, working to get his pants undone, sliding her hands along his hips as the material fell to the floor. He didn't have on underwear and the size of his erection shocked her for a moment, but she hid it as best she could.

  "You like?" he asked, reaching for her hand and stroking himself with her fingers.

  She reached up with the other hand and stroked him
again, her eyes moving up to his face. "I have no words either. So far beyond beautiful." She moved toward him, sliding her arms around his waist as she pressed her lips to his, the saltiness of her own body washing over her tongue.

  He lifted her and set her on the bed, moving back to help maneuver her up onto the softness of the sheets. "Protect that leg and let me know if it starts hurting you. We'll stop." He moved above her, sitting back on his heels again as his sex stood proud and erect. He slid his hands up her legs and pushed them open, his tongue darting out again. "I want to taste you again. I want more."

  "I want to feel you inside of me. Come here." She reached up and brushed her fingers down his taut stomach.

  "Lady’s wishes..." He leaned over, holding himself as he entered her.

  Chrissy lifted her hips, anxious to be one with him. He pulled up a little and pressed his chest to hers, his fingers brushing through her hair. "Patience vixen. I've watched you come twice. I'm ready to explode at simply the sight of you naked."

  She reached up and slid her hands along his hips to his ass, digging her fingers in and pulling him down as he filled her up. Her head tilted backward as he groaned, his body moving into a deep thrust as his tongue brushed over her breast. He reached down and cupped her butt, his movements so sensual and calculated as he sated himself inside of her. Chrissy reveled in the moment, her body lost to him, her heart finding more than it bargained for. He sat up, lifting her hips and working her deeper, his thumb pressing to her center as he rubbed softly.

  "Good, babe? Feel good to you?" He rolled his hips, his movements tensing the eight pack of his abs as sweat glistened on him.

  Chrissy reached up and ran her fingers along his stomach just before another orgasm slammed into her. "Harder, Ryan... Harder." She dropped her hands to the bed and pushed up, her knee screaming in protest as he picked up the pace and pounded himself into her as she came undone. He let her finish before laying her down and leaning over, his movements slow and methodical again. He buried his face against her neck and grunted softly as he took his time to reach his own. She wrapped her good leg around him, her fingers scratching desire along the thick muscles of his back.