“Are you ready?” he asked.
“No questions, no thinking,” she managed to croak.
“Sorry, won’t happen again.”
He tugged on her pants and she lifted her ass. Ryan removed her underwear and pants in a fluid motion, dropping them off the side of the bed. He trailed a line down with his tongue, but she stopped him with a word.
“No.”
Ryan stopped immediately, and his eyes met hers, a question in them.
“I want you naked, too.” She grinned as wolfishly as he had earlier.
He worked his boxers and pants down over his hips, freeing his erection. She couldn’t help staring as he pulled off his clothes and dropped them on the floor.
“Satisfied?”
“Not yet.”
He kneeled in front of her and continued where he’d left off. Her nerves were on fire once again, every stroke of his tongue bringing her closer and closer to climax. When his tongue found her clit, she bucked against his mouth, and when he slid a finger inside her, she shattered. A kaleidoscope of colors greeted her behind her closed eyes as her muscles convulsed around his finger. Moments later, his tongue stilled, and she was finally able to form words.
“Your turn,” she mumbled.
He smiled at her and rose off the floor to find the saddlebags. He pulled out a condom and smoothed it over his hard cock. Ryan climbed into the bed and between Elissa’s legs. She spread them wider, and he positioned the tip of himself at her entrance.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips, urging him on. He buried himself inside her, filling her. With a groan, he slid his cock almost all the way out before quickly burying it deep inside again. He grabbed her leg and lifted it to his shoulder. The angle changed everything. Every stroke hit the right spot, spiraling her back up until she once again stood on the precipice of her climax.
Ryan dropped his hand between them and rubbed her clit as his rhythm stuttered. The tempo increased and his control broke. With a last stroke, they flew off the cliff together. Their moans merged into a single note and time seemed to stand still for a breathless moment.
He gently lowered her leg, then collapsed on his elbows with a satisfied grin.
“How was that? Any thinking going on in there?”
“Zero. You fucked it out of me.”
“I do believe you owe the swear jar, Ms. Wright.”
“Fuck the swear jar.”
“Now that I can get behind.”
He captured her lips with his, a fierce possessiveness to the kiss, before he rolled off her. His breathing was heavy, as was hers. She snuggled up to him, laying her head on his chest, listening as his heart slowed, and the air moved in and out of his lungs.
forty-two
BLTs in the bath
Nothing felt as right as Elissa in his arms. He’d lost control as soon as her legs had wrapped around him and owed her at least two more orgasms. She was perfect.
He’d wanted this woman from the moment she’d walked into the Sandpiper. Each interaction with her had only heightened his desire. Even now, as tired as he was, as satisfied as he was, he still wanted her.
What frightened him, however, was how much he loved her. He’d do anything for Elissa. Hell, he’d walked out of work in the middle of the day because she needed him. Him. Not his money, not his connections, not his family. Elissa had needed him. No one needed him. The thought sent his heart racing. What if he wasn’t enough?
“What are you thinking?” Elissa placed a cool hand on his chest. “Your heart…”
He couldn’t tell her. Could he? No, no way. If she didn’t feel the same, it would destroy him. At least if he didn’t admit it, he could pretend for a while longer. He kissed the top of her head.
“I gotta clean up. Don’t move.”
