My eyes drift down to the tray in his hands when he sits back down, and I smile. “S’mores.”
Grabbing two marshmallows and a metal stick, I poke the marshmallows onto the ends, and then sit up on my knees, scooting over to the fireplace.
“I love s’mores,” I tell him as I roast my marshmallows. “My friends and I used to have bonfires a lot in the fall, and they weren’t complete without s’mores.”
“I always had them when I’d go to summer camp. It was the best part, if you ask me.”
Coming up next to me, he sits and sticks his marshmallows in the fire. My eyes take in his sculpted forearm, thinking about it next to my head as he braces himself over me–pushing in and out of me.
Losing track of time, I glance back over at my marshmallows. “Oh, shit!” They’re on fire–blazing really.
I quickly pull them out and blow on them, but it’s too late, they’re charred beyond recognition. “Eh, I like ‘em burnt.” I shrug, trying to play it off that I wasn’t distracted by his sexy arm next to me.
“Sure you do, sweetheart,” he says sarcastically. “Just grab new ones. I have a whole bag.”
Sighing, I ditch the black lumps and stab two fresh ones onto my stick to try again. I keep a watchful eye this time, pulling them out just as they catch fire, and blow the flames out quickly. Ah, cooked to perfection.
Grabbing two graham crackers and a piece of chocolate, I make my little sandwich, and bite into it right away. Moaning, I close my eyes as the chocolate melts on my tongue, and the sweet marshmallows ooze out–the perfect combination.
“Ashley,” he says low and sexy, and I open my eyes to find his have gone dark and heated again. “If you keep making noises like that, I’m going to have to put something else in your mouth for you to moan about.”
Coughing, I practically choke, sucking graham cracker crumbs down my throat. Swallowing a few times, I cough again, and then reach for my wine glass to down the rest of it.
“Ryan!” I scold when I can finally speak again. “You can’t say shit like that while I’m eating. I could have died.”
“Like I would have let you.”
Eyeing him with a devilish little smirk, I make sure he’s watching me as I take another bite of my s’more. Moaning again, I chew slowly, swallow, and then lick my lips to capture any crumbs stuck to them.
“You’re playing a game you won’t win, sweetheart.”
“Me?” I ask innocently with a hand to my chest. “I’m not playing a game.”
Flashing me a predatory smile, Ryan traces a circle around my exposed kneecap, and then runs his hand up my thigh–a trail of goosebumps following his path.
Reaching the bottom of my sweater, he slides under it, his blue eyes blazing into mine, just begging for me to challenge him.
But I don’t. I remain still–waiting.
Inching closer to the apex of my thighs, a steady throb beats in my core–begging for his touch, begging for him.
Rounding the top of my leg, Ryan grips my inner thigh, and my breath hitches.
With a smirk, he slides a single finger through my folds and his eyes harden when he feels how wet I already am for him. Now he knows the power he has over me with just the simplest of touches.
My heart is pounding so fast in my chest, and I bite my lip to hold back the moan threatening to escape.
Ryan takes his hand away and brings his finger to his lips, sucking it clean–groaning at the taste of me. “Just as sweet as I imagined.” His eyes penetrate mine, and the breath I didn’t know I was holding, rushes out of me.
So that’s the game he wants to play? Who can seduce who faster?
Fucking count me in.
My lips turn up at the edges and I look away shyly, playing the innocent act.
“Ryan,” I purr, looking up at him through my eyelashes.
He’s still licking his finger clean, and knowing that he’s tasting me on his tongue, I feel a surge of power come over me.
Sitting up on me knees, I place one hand on his bare shoulder and the other on his thigh.
Dropping his hand to mine, I watch his eyes darken–flitting from my eyes to my lips.
He wants to kiss me. He wants to taste my lips just as much as I know he wants to taste more of me than what was on his finger.
Curling my hand into his shoulder, his smooth skin beckons me to feel him all over, but I resist, needing to play this little game to the end.
I slide my hand up his thigh, and Ryan takes his away, letting me explore on my own. Inching closer to the bulge in his sweatpants, I lean my forehead against his, and feel him tense up.
I know he’s close to losing his composure, and I know how much he likes to be in control.
I’ve got him exactly where I want him.
Gripping him through his pants, Ryan lets out a low groan, and I run my hand up and down his entire length–his body jerking at my touch.
I grip his shoulder tighter, my nails biting into his skin, and I lower my lips a fraction of inch, just tempting him to give in.
Squeezing him a little harder, I rake my blood red nails down his chest, and feel his reaction in my hand, his cock twitching against my palm. I smile slyly, biting my lip.
Groaning, Ryan inhales a deep breath through his nose.
“Ryan,” I whisper, my breath spreading across his lips.
“I need you, sweetheart.”
Squeezing him again, I almost give in, but find the strength to hold back. “I know,” I whisper, my bottom lip grazing his lightly.
Sitting back down, I pour myself another glass of wine and smile at the confused look on his face. “I win, sheriff.”
“Ashley,” he says sternly, a warning of some kind.
“Yes?” I ask sweetly.
“Don’t play me.”
“You started it, and I finished it. I was just showing you that you shouldn’t underestimate me.”
Taking the glass from my hand, he puts it on the table and grips me behind the knee, turning me towards him.
“I don’t underestimate you,” he says, pushing me back onto the rug and hovering over me, spreading my legs to make room for him. “You destroy me with your touch just as much as mine does to you.”
“Don’t tell me how I feel,” I say, narrowing my eyes.
“You can’t deny it, sweetheart. I feel it, and see it.” Running his hand up my thigh, it disappears under my sweater and up my stomach. I sigh when he traces the sensitive flesh under my breast, circling his finger around my nipple. “I see the look in your eyes when I touch you. I feel your heart racing. And I feel”–he reaches between my legs with his other hand, sliding his finger through my folds–“how wet you are for me. More than you’ve ever been for anyone.”
Stifling a moan, I bite my lip, but keep my eyes on his.
He’s right, and he knows it.
“I’ll always win in the end, sweetheart. Because I’m the only one who can do this to you.” Shoving two fingers inside of me, I groan out, my hands clawing at the rug, trying to grip onto something, anything.
“Isn’t that right?” He growls.
“Yes,” I manage to choke out before his mouth slams down on mine in a bruising, possessive kiss.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him tighter against me, his lips molding to mine like they were made just for me.
Pumping his fingers in and out of me, a storm quickly builds, but he doesn’t let me move my hips to get more. I bite his lip, trying to tell him I need more. And it works.
Groaning, he adds a third finger, and my head falls back onto the floor, knowing the end is coming quickly.
He curls his fingers inside of me, and presses down on my clit with his thumb, pushing me past my limit.
Kissing me harder, Ryan swallows every sound I make as my body squeezes his fingers like a vice, practically sucking them up inside of me.
He kisses his way across my jaw, licking the shell of my ear, biting down. “No one else can make you come as
fast, or hard. Just me.”
“Yes,” I choke out, trying to desperately suck air into my lungs.
His low rumble of satisfaction that comes from deep in his throat vibrates into me as he kisses, sucks, and bites his way down my neck. A shudder racks my body as heat blooms from everywhere his mouth touches me–marking me, claiming me.
Even when I know I shouldn’t, I want him to claim me.
I want to keep pushing him away, and I want to keep my heart guarded, but I also want to let him in.
I want to let him claim me, even when he’s already doing it by force.
But right now, I’m done.
I can’t do, or say, anything as my eyes close and roll back into my head–darkness consuming me.
Coming to a few minutes later, my eyes flutter open to Ryan carrying me up the stairs. I curl into his chest, my face resting in the crook of his neck, and I breathe in his intoxicating scent.
Closing my eyes again, I let myself drift off in his arms.
Chapter 13
The dull light of predawn fills the room, and I scoot closer to Ryan, tucking my face into his chest, trying to hide from the inevitable. I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want him to go to work today. I just want to stay right here and keep warm in his arms.
Gentle fingers brush my hair from my eyes, and trace my face from my temple to my jaw.
“Morning, beautiful,” Ryan whispers, and my heart skips. I’ve never been so mushy over a man’s compliments, or craved them as much as I do with Ryan.
“Mmm,” I hum, not ready to come out of my dream-like state yet.
But then I feel his lips press against my forehead, and I smile at the warmth that spreads across my skin from his touch.
“Let me see those eyes,” he says softly, coaxing me awake.
Fluttering my lids open, I look up, and lock eyes with the most beautiful and mesmerizing blue ones.
“There they are.” He lightly traces my cheekbone. “You hypnotize me with these.”
I’ve been told countless times that my eyes are unique, and are what draws a man in. I hated that. I wanted a man to see me, but they rarely did. And while that suited me just fine for a time, this is the first time, in a very long time, that I’m grateful for them. Because I want to hypnotize Ryan, but I also want him to see more.
Tilting my chin up, Ryan plants a soft kiss on my lips, but I still feel it–the zap of electricity running through me.
Using his chest as leverage, I lean up into the kiss, wanting to feel all of him rushing through my veins. His kisses are addicting. And if I can get addicted to the feeling of my heart clenching in my chest and a thousand volts traveling through me, then I think I may have a problem.
Rolling me onto my back, Ryan presses me into the mattress, letting me feel all of him against the length of my body–his weight a welcome pressure.
Kissing me slowly, he grips my face in his hands, his thumbs stroking my cheeks.
Sliding my hands up his sides, my fingers graze the ripples of his ribcage, and his muscles contract at my touch.
I fucking love that.
I want to bring this powerful man to his knees when he’s with me just as much as I want him to do the same to me. When we’re together like this, I feel like a different woman–a greater woman.
Pulling away, he grabs the hem of my sweater and whips it off over my head, exposing me to the cool air. But I don’t feel it the second Ryan touches me again.
Running his hands down my arms, he takes mine away from him and raises them above my head, placing them against the bedframe for me to hold. I grip the bars tightly as he slides his hands down the underside of my arms–sparks of awareness lighting up every nerve ending in my body.
Trailing hot kisses down my neck and chest, I suck in a quick breath when he rakes his teeth over my ribcage.
He’s everywhere.
It’s all too much.
Arching into him, I gasp and sigh, moaning out his name–long and low.
“Don’t let go of the bed,” he says, his authoritative tone turning me on further.
“Mhmm,” I hum, not trusting my voice.
Swirling his hot tongue around my belly button, I squirm beneath him, flames bubbling just below the surface of my skin like a volcano ready to erupt.
I grip the bars tighter, fighting the urge to touch him with everything inside of me.
Ryan runs his hands up my stomach and over my breasts–caressing, feeling, and squeezing them. Moaning, I sink my head into the pillows and bite the inside of my arm to keep from being too loud.
Licking and sucking his way up my torso, I arch off the bed, needing him closer. I wish I could just grab his head and put him where I want him, but I keep my hands wrapped around the bars, restraining myself just like he wants.
Ryan teases me with his mouth, lightly grazing the skin under my breasts before rolling my nipples between his fingers. I let out a muffled groan against my arm, and squeeze the bars so tight, I think the metal will be fused to my hands by the end of this.
Sliding his tongue up my left breast, he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks it hard, swirling his tongue around the peak.
I thrash under him, feeling completely out of control.
Moving over to the right, he pays equal attention to it, and I practically lift myself off of the bed just trying to find relief from the torture.
“Let me hear you, sweetheart. Stop holding back.” He growls, and I let go of my arm, my breathy sighs and moans filling my ears as Ryan drags his mouth back down my body, his teeth scraping against my sensitive skin.
Skimming his fingertips up the sides of my calves, he circles my knees, and then skims up my inner thighs. They fall open at his touch, and he smooths his palms against my hips.
“Ryan,” I plea, not caring how desperate I sound.
“Shh,” he hushes. “All in time, Ashley,” he assures, blowing air against my core–a shiver racking my body. My hand instinctively falls from the headboard and onto his head, but Ryan is right there to grip my wrist and pull it away. “No,” he says harshly. “Put it back, or I won’t give you what you want.”
Groaning, my arm feels like it weighs a thousand pounds as I lift it back above my head.
“Good girl,” he praises, his fingers dancing on the skin near the apex of my thighs.
“I’m not a dog,” I throw back at him, his words grating against my nerves despite the mindless state I’m in.
Chuckling, Ryan bites down on my inner thigh, and my hips buck off the bed. “I’m going to have to do something about that mouth of yours. Put it to better use.” His tongue leaves behind a trail of fire as he inches closer to where I need him most. “But not yet. First, I need to taste you.”
Gripping my thighs, he pushes them as far apart as he can, his hot breath on me the only warning I get before he licks his way up the entire length of my folds.
I arch off the bed, practically bending the bars beneath my hands as I try and keep them in place.
Holy fucking shit.
Pressing his tongue flat against my clit, he swirls it around, and slides it back down to my entrance–circling it, but not going any further.
I can feel Ryan smiling against me when I grunt out my protests, but he just keeps his slow exploratory pace.
Pressing my thighs open against the bed, he holds me down so I have nowhere to move. Now I can’t move my hips, legs, or arms. I have no choice but to take what he gives me.
Ryan’s tongue and mouth are playing tricks on me–swirling, sucking, tasting, nibbling, but not fully committing to anything long enough for me to be pushed over the edge.
My moans grow louder and louder until my throat is raw, and my mouth hangs open in a silent scream as he continues his savage assault.
Thrusting his tongue inside of me, my throat closes, and I pull so hard on the wrought iron bars, I feel them protest under my fingers.
Ryan keeps going, though. He doesn’t know that I feel like my body isn
’t mine anymore, and he doesn’t care that I feel like he’s giving me something I will never recover from.
Each pass of his tongue brings on a new wave of pleasure spreading through my body, like a frayed live wire dancing on the ground in the middle of a storm.
Sucking my clit into his mouth, Ryan shoves two fingers inside of me, and I’m gone. I white knuckle grip the bars, and my body splinters off into a million little pieces, my veins flowing with pure fire.
My chest heaves as I try and suck in air, but it’s not enough.
My head spins, and I close my eyes as the waves continue to crash over my head–dragging me under.
Caressing my arms, Ryan massages my sore muscles. Covering my clenched hands, he slowly unlocks my fingers one by one from the bars, allowing the blood to flow through once again.
“You taste so sweet,” he whispers in my ear. “I knew that hard, spicy outer shell was only the coating to a soft and sweet filling.” Kissing me behind my ear, I sigh, leaning into his touch as he brings my arms back down to my sides, kissing his way across my collar bone and shoulder.
Leaving me for a second, Ryan sheds his pants and sheaths himself, and then I feel him everywhere at once. He crawls up my body and settles between my thighs, pressing against my folds.
Tilting my hips up, Ryan slips closer to my entrance, and we both moan at the sensation. His moan vibrates in the crook of my neck, and he kisses his way up to my mouth.
With his lips on mine, I wrap my arms around his neck and arch my back, pushing my breasts against his bare chest, kissing him like my sanity depends on it–which it kind of does.
He rocks his hips forward, his tip slipping into me, and I moan into his mouth. Pushing into me slowly, I can’t help the sounds coming from me, and Ryan captures all of them.
He swallows them all, and keeps them as his.
He can have everything I am if it means he’ll never stop.
With one final push forward, Ryan’s fully seated inside of me.
“So hot. So tight.” He groans, his voice strained and gravely like he’s about to lose his composure. “I need to move, sweetheart. And it won’t be gentle.”
“Please.” I sigh, giving him permission to do whatever he wants. I just need him.
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