I was vaguely aware of the dress floating down my legs and the sudden coolness on my bare skin.
He took a break from my lips to look me over.
Thank God I was wearing one of my favorite pieces of lingerie: a black lace set from Victoria’s Secret.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, voice husky and filled with the desire that coursed through us.
I wanted to say something but found I couldn’t. I couldn’t speak. It was the way he looked at me and held me in place with his gaze.
Other men had given me that purely sexual look of wanting me, but this guy looked at me like he wanted to savor me.
It was a different look, and one I never wanted to forget.
I leaned forward and started undoing his buttons, which he gladly allowed me to work on. I indulged in the handful of seconds I got to run my hands over the bare skin of his abs once I got the shirt off.
Solid peaks and valleys filled my palms, planes chiseled to perfection that could only be conjured up in a fantasy. I didn’t care what madness had possessed me, had possessed us—I was going to enjoy this.
I was going to enjoy him.
A low growl rumbled within his chest and he took hold of me again. Then it was like his hands were everywhere and a cloud of lusty haze surrounded us.
His lips peppered hot kisses down my neck and in the valley between my breasts. He smoothed his hands up from my waist to cup my breasts and squeezed.
That was when my mind numbed and I became desperate—desperate for everything he had to offer even though I didn’t know what that was. I had a pretty darn good idea, though, that whatever it was would leave a lasting impression.
He kissed the swells of my breasts and pulled the left cup of my bra aside along with the strap, making my breast pop out and bobble toward him, nipple hard and straining to be soothed.
I watched the totally hot scene of him taking my aching nipple into his mouth, where he sucked first then swirled his tongue over the surface of the tip to work it to life.
My body spoke and he understood. He knew what I needed. He seemed to know exactly what I needed. That was how I felt.
I fell back against the wall and got lost in his wild suckle.
With a wicked and utterly sinful smile spread across his face, he unsnapped the clasp of the bra and released my other breast.
I knew I’d completely turned to mush prior to that, and I couldn’t have smart-mouthed him in my usual way even if I’d wanted to, definitely not when he lowered his head and gave my right breast the same attention he’d offered to my left.
Mindless sounds of pleasure escaped my lips and I ran my hands through his hair as reality receded into the background.
I felt amazing, just from that, and if that had been all I’d gotten from him, I would have taken it—but no. Ryan had more in store for me. He tugged on the edge of my panties.
“Black lace,” he whispered against the edge of my hip as he crouched down and planted kisses there and across my stomach. Then he pulled back and held the little blue bow on the side. “But with a hint of blue. Brook 101: Brooke’s favorite color is blue.”
I smiled at that. I’d never told him that, but he’d noticed.
“Ryan 101: what’s your favorite color?”
He looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes and gave me a smile that made me crumble with its gorgeousness.
“Black. Today it’s black lace with a hint of blue—whatever color’s on you.”
I would have said something likeI bet you say that to all the girls, but I stopped myself.
Somehow—I didn’t know how—I didn’t think he did. It felt like it was just for me.
He didn’t waste any more time. Holding me in place, he worked nerve-tingling kisses across my pelvis and licked at the skin there. Then he moved the lace back as he ventured toward my core and nuzzled me with his face. I thought I would just die when he ran his tongue over the already sensitive skin there, and I had to grasp his shoulders to stay upright.
He secured his large hands on my ass and squeezed, but mostly I was taken by the attention he gave my center. It made me wetter just thinking about it.
