by Kendall Ryan
“Do not!” I couldn’t let him know how easily he got me worked up. I didn’t want that knowledge going to his head. He already knew he was a complete sex god with command over my body, heart, and soul. Jeez, a girl needed to keep a few secrets.
He pushed off the counter and stalked closer. “What do you want to do today?” His gaze wandered down my body while his fingertips grazed my hip bone. A zing of electricity darted through my center.
Damn it. There was no denying I wanted him. I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I don’t know. I was thinking of going to the mall, getting some summer shopping done for me and Tucker. He won’t fit into any of his shorts or T-shirts from last year…”
Knox’s gaze locked on mine and his fingers tightened as they curled around my hip. “You have exactly three seconds flat to get this fine little ass up those stairs and undressed,” he growled. “One…”
I swallowed heavily and met his intense gaze, loving this dangerous game I was playing with him.
“Two…”
I darted around him, but not before I felt the sting of his palm connect with my butt, and jogged for the stairs.
Knox
McKenna was breathless and fighting to push her jeans down her thighs when I entered our room. I struggled to keep the smile off my face as I watched her. My angel liked being told what to do in the bedroom; she loved it when I took charge. Which was good because I loved it, too.
Once she was stripped down to just a pair of blue cotton panties, McKenna stood in front of me. Her jog up the stairs had winded her, and her tits were rising and falling deliciously with each breath she drew. I approached and carefully circled one sensitive nipple with the pad of my index finger, rubbing the soft pink center until it pebbled under my touch.
“Do you want my mouth here?” I continued rubbing and circling her nipples. Her breath hitched in her throat and she murmured some unintelligible sound. I knew that kissing and sucking on her tits got her nice and wet for me, and I couldn’t help teasing her.
Lowering my mouth to her chest, I pressed a tiny kiss to the tip of each breast, her skin erupting in chill bumps in the wake of my breath. “Why are these still on?” Working my fingers into the side of her panties, my fingers found her warm center. Slick and wet, just like I predicted.
I pushed the fabric down her legs until the panties pooled at her ankles and she stepped out of them. Running my fingers along her bare folds, I found her clit and lightly rubbed. McKenna’s knees trembled and she reached a steadying hand toward me, grasping my bicep as I continued my assault.
Then I bent to her ear and whispered, “Get on your knees, angel.”
I took her hand and helped her lower herself to her knees, then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, tugging them down just enough to free my cock. It greeted McKenna, begging for her mouth.
Taking the base of me in one hand, she guided me to her mouth. Big blue eyes met mine as she sucked against the head of my cock. Holy fuck. Watching her suck my dick was almost as good as the sensation itself. She might not have had experience before, but her passion for me and for this came through loud and clear. She devoured me, pushing as much of my length as she could fit into her mouth, salivating around me and pumping her fist up and down while her other hand cupped my balls. I was hers. She was the only girl who could make me come in about three minutes flat just by sucking me.
I tipped her chin up to mine and her eyes latched on again. “What do you think you’re doing?” I growled, my voice rough with desire.
Considering her mouth was currently full of my cock, she didn’t answer, but her eyes implored mine.
“You’re a greedy little thing this morning. Why would you try to make me come in your mouth when you know I want to be inside you when I go off?”
She swallowed and the sensation cut straight to my balls where I had to fight off a moan.
“Get on the bed.”
McKenna rose and scrambled up to the bed, lying down on her back and widening her thighs so I could see her pretty pink folds.
Shit, that was a beautiful sight. I drew a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down, or this was going to be over in a damn hurry. Needing a moment to recover, I took my time licking and kissing a trail along her body, spending extra time nibbling the creamy flesh at her inner thighs until she was writhing and groaning beneath me. I flicked my tongue against her clit, bringing her right to the edge of her orgasm before placing a chaste kiss against her pussy and crawling up her body.
When she let out a groan of frustration, I said, “Same thing you did to me, angel. Fair’s fair.” The truth was, there was no way she was coming without me inside her. I needed to feel her tight walls clench around me when she came. I fucking craved it.
As I positioned myself against her and eased inside slowly, my eyes slipped closed and I went to my happy place. The place where I felt content and loved and accepted. McKenna wrapped her legs around my back, tilting her pelvis to meet mine, allowing me to thrust deeper. She could now handle all of me, which sent my cock to his happy place, too.
Dragging my length in and out of her, I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her full mouth, telling her I loved her over and over again.
Knowing that this beautiful girl loved me for the man I was, it made our relationship and our intimate connection that much stronger. We hadn’t gotten around to making it official yet, but it was just a matter of time. Maybe this summer on the beach.
“Knox, I’m close…” she murmured, tightening her vice-like grip on my dick.
Fuck.
McKenna let out a short cry and her fingernails bit into my ass as she pressed me closer. I drew out her orgasm, kissing her mouth, her neck, and her breasts as she clung to me, her pussy throbbing deep inside.
I shuddered once and started to come, hot jets of semen pumping out of me and into McKenna as our bodies fought to get even closer together.
Afterward, we laid tangled together in the sheets, our skin dewy from exertion and our hearts still beating too fast. We made plans for the rest of our day together—going out to lunch, and then down to the lake to walk along the beach. I smiled at the secret knowledge that sex one more time before Tucker got home from school would probably be on the agenda, too.
I tugged her closer, drawing her to my chest, thankful that I had at least a million more days like this to look forward to. Before McKenna, I thought I was incapable of love—and maybe I was. But she’d changed something fundamental inside me just by her presence in my life. Her sweet and giving nature, her big heart that had plenty of room for not only me, but also my brothers, and her ability to forgive were all things I loved about her. And I made sure to tell her every day. Now that I’d found her, I would do everything in my control to show her she was the love of my life.
Curling into my side, McKenna released a happy little sigh. Knowing that she felt the exact same way was something indescribable. I felt a deeper connection to her than any other person in the world. She was my everything.
Acknowledgments
Thank you so, so much to the readers who have followed this series and this family in their journey to their happily ever after. I had a good (but exhausting) time exploring the dynamic and relationship between a sex therapist and a sex addict. It was a concept that wormed its way into my brain and begged to be written. I also loved getting to know the Bauer brothers and will miss them now that this series is done, but am hard at work on something new. I want to sincerely thank you for your enthusiasm and support for my books.
Once again, thank you to Pam Berehulke for your guidance, wisdom, and editing expertise. You’re a lifesaver.
Thank you to the bloggers who so diligently followed this series and reviewed every book. You guys are made of awesome. Truly a writer’s wet dream. ;)
A big ole hug to my early readers for your feedback and excitement: Rachel Brookes, Sarah Larson, and Emma Hart. You are each wonderful.
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Other Titles by Kendall Ryan
Unravel Me
Make Me Yours
Resisting Her
Hard to Love
The Impact of You
Working It
Craving Him
All or Nothing
Unravel Me
Psychology student Ashlyn Drake’s neat, orderly life takes a turn for the crazy when she finds the perfect subject for her amnesia thesis—a young man without any memory of his previous life, including the murder he’s accused of committing.
Against all common sense, Ashlyn’s drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Perhaps it’s that he’s so incredibly male, and even handcuffed to his hospital bed, he could pass for a cologne ad—Scent de Insanity. Or perhaps it’s because she’s spent too many lonely nights studying. Either way, she’s determined to help him solve the mystery of his past. She begins to unravel who he was before, using his cryptic tattoos and his paintings that scream of a dark past as her only clues. When she finally learns his secret, there’s no telling which one is the real him: the gentle lover she’s fallen for, or the troubled man with a dark past.
Hard to Love
Cade’s always taken risks…
Cade takes care of his sick younger sister by doing what he does best—cage fighting and starring in adult movies, his newest moneymaking scheme designed to pay for his sister’s growing medical bills. But when his latest gig finds him admitted to the ER sporting an erection from hell, thanks to the little pill given to him by the director, he can’t get the pretty little nurse who treated him out of his head, even though he knows she’s so far out of his league it should be illegal.
Alexa’s always played it safe…
Tired of being pigeonholed as the sweet, innocent one, hardworking nursing student Alexa has been looking for ways to break out of her goody-two-shoes image. When her friend suggests the outlandish idea of losing her virginity to the sexy and sure-to-be-skilled porn star, Alexa is mortified. But then when Cade refuses her proposition, she finds herself pissed off and embarrassed. When she tracks him down to give him a piece of her mind, she isn’t prepared for what she finds. Watching him care for his little sister tugs at her heart, and suddenly it’s no longer just about losing her virginity, but about helping Cade. Because Lord help her, she might actually be falling for a porn star.
Resisting Her
Agent Cole Fletcher lives for his job at the FBI, and he’s more than ready for his next assignment—raiding a cult compound and putting their leader behind bars. But he isn’t prepared for Savannah and her knock-you-on-your-ass good looks. At nineteen, she’s too old for foster care and too damaged to live on her own. Against his better judgment, but knowing she has nowhere else to go, Cole takes her in. But helping her out won’t be easy. He helps her through screaming nightmares and lingering fears, and that’s the easy part. Her preference to sleep cuddled up next to his warm body, and her desire to please him in every way, makes her harder and harder to resist.
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Sneak Peek
Night After Night
A sexy new erotic romance from New York Times bestselling author Lauren Blakeley.
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About the Book
“You are being rewarded for turning me on. But we’re doing it my way. You teased the hell out of me, and now I want to watch you squirm. Crawl up on my bed and get on your hands and knees.”
Their world was sex, love, and lies.
He intoxicated her. Commanded. Consumed.
With a dirty mind and a mouth to match, Clay Nichols is everything Julia never knew she wanted and exactly what she cannot have. He walked into her life one night and unlocked pleasure in her that she never knew was possible. Possessing her body, captivating her every thought. Which makes him way too dangerous for Julia Bell to risk her heart, given that she has a price tag on her head. She ran after one mind-blowing week with him, but now he’s back, and determined to make her his own.
No matter the cost.
She was a sexy drug to him. Fiery, unforgettable, and never enough, Julia is an enigma, and Clay isn’t willing to let her go without a fight. But she’s got dark secrets of her own that threaten to destroy any chance of happiness. She’s a wanted woman - the stakes are high, her every move is watched, and yet the lure between them can’t be denied. Can two people burned by love trust again when desire and passion are met by danger at every turn?
Chapter One
The sun was blaring high in the sky in April, so he put on a pair of sunglasses. He loosened his tie; he couldn’t stand the way it constrained him. He glanced at his phone, hoping for a message from her. None was there, so he clicked on the app for his stocks, checking his portfolio, and looking up every few seconds to scan the crowds. He couldn’t focus on the market right now.
He hardly wanted to admit it to himself, but there was something about this moment—the minutes before he saw her—that felt like first-date nerves. Like knocking on a woman’s door, and waiting, hoping she’d be just as eager for the night to unfold. Weird, considering the way he and Julia had started. Free of pretense and bullshit, they went straight for each other, the physical chemistry overpowering anything else.
His phone buzzed. He clicked open the message and it sent a bolt of electricity through him. White stockings coming your way . . .
Stockings—one of those items of clothing that on the right woman could send a man to his knees. Especially the sight of the top of a pair of thigh-highs peeking out from a skirt, revealing an inch of skin, hinting at what lay beneath. On Julia, stockings were a playground for his eager hands.
The nerves in him disappeared and turned into something else—adrenaline, maybe. The sharp, hot charge of desire all through his blood and bones.
He spotted her before she saw him; that red hair was hard to miss, even in a sea of frenzied, frantic travelers jostling for a cab, a car, a bus. She wore a black trench coat, belted at the waist, black heels, and white stockings. A grin took over his face; she had done it. Of course she had done it. He was at attention in seconds and his fingers itched to touch her, to peel off those stockings inch by delicious inch, then lick his way down her legs to her ankles and back up, savoring her every single second.
Leaning against the town car, he kept his eyes on her the entire time as she threaded her way through the crowds. She was a tall drink of woman, her red lipstick matching her red hair that was blowing in the late afternoon breeze. She brushed some strands away from her face. Soon, she noticed him, and smiled wickedly. He nodded, trying to act cool, even as his temperature rose. Then, she was in front of him, and before she said a word, her hands were on his shirt and she pulled him to her, pressing her lips to his.
She was lightning fast. A blur of movement, of teeth and lips, and that intoxicating taste of her lipstick that would be gone in seconds.
He responded instantly, kissing her hard like she deserved. Cupping the back of her neck, he jerked her close. He wanted her to remember that she might have made the first move, but he liked to lead. He nipped on her bottom lip then sucked on her tongue, drawing out a moan from her that pleased him deeply. He kissed more, sliding his tongue over hers as he lowered his hand to her thigh, skimming his fingers along the thin, barely-there fabric of her stockings.
When he broke the kiss, he raised an eyebrow. “They look good on you, and I bet they look good coming off too.”
“Don’t rush it. I want you to enjoy the view.”
“I’ve been enjoying the view since the second I laid eyes on you, gorgeous.”
He opened the door and gestured for her to enter the car, watching the whole time as she stepped inside and crossed her legs, giving him a very brief preview of where the stockings ended. He shook his head approvingly, and she shot him a look that said nothing short
of come and get it. He took her suitcase as the driver emerged, scrambling to deposit the black carry-on into the trunk.
After he got in the car he hit the partition button, closing them off from the driver, with the tinted windows shutting them off from the whole wide world.
She looked at him, her pretty green eyes meeting him straight on. That beautiful face, that divine body, and that naughty, naughty mouth; it was hard to believe he’d only spent one night with her. She stared at him as if she was as famished as he was. As if she needed the same thing.
“You look like you need to be fucked right now.”
“Do I?”
“You sure do,” he said, raking his eyes over her, perched in the leather seat so properly, and so damn sexily at the same time. He ached to touch her but savored the tease, so he kept a distance between them, drawing out the tension as the car pulled into afternoon traffic.
“And I suppose you think you can solve that problem?”
“I don’t think so. I know so. And I intend to. But not yet.”
“You gonna toy with me?”
“Been thinking about it.”
“Like a cat playing with a mouse,” she said, her voice nearly a purr.
“You’re hardly a mouse.”
“I know,” she said, and ran her index finger across her bottom lip then around to her top, so suggestively he nearly tossed his plans to wait out the window. He wanted her now. He wanted her bad, especially with the way her hot gaze was locked on him as she parted her lips, and ran her tongue along her teeth.
A challenge; one that he planned to meet. A low rumble worked its way free of his throat as he moved to her, his body next to her, just a trace of contact. Slowly, so as to torture her, he reached for the belt of her coat, taking his time untying it.
