“All,yes.” He nodded slowly and moved to touch me, but I stopped him.
“Your turn—I want your clothes off too, all of them.”
He chuckled. It was a deep, masculine, sexy rumble in his chest. He slid his jacket off and whipped his shirt over his head.
I smiled at the sight of his glorious muscles and tats on display.
Next came the pants. That left him in his Calvin Klein boxers, and I was able to see more tattoos going down the full length of his powerful legs: Japanese characters and Celtic swirls. I smiled, completely fascinated by his body.
“Time to pick up where we left off yesterday,” he announced, picking me up as he spoke.
I squealed in delight as Ryan placed me on the center of the bed.
“You’re still in your boxers,” I pointed out, laughing, and he ran his hands over my legs.
He backed off the bed and pulled his boxers down, releasing the colossal magnitude of his cock, which I hadn’t gotten to see yesterday but felt.
My eyes widened and a thought occurred to me:He might not fit inside of me.
I’d assumed he must be big, but he wasbig.
A smooth sexy grin inched across his lips at my reaction.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, it will fit, and you’ll enjoy it.” He winked at me.
I sucked in a breath as he climbed back on the bed and moved up to meet my lips. His naked body pressed against mine did wild things to me. The heat of his skin on mine made me come alive from the rush of sexual energy that wanted to consume us.
I wanted him desperately, and maybe more than that. The need in his touch as he ran his hands all over me made my skin tingle, made it sizzle and scorch.
The kiss he gave me spoke of all he wanted to do to me.
“Give yourself to me tonight, Brooke, all of you. No 101 games, just us.” He cupped my face and slid his hand to the back of my head. “Just say yes.”
“Yes.” I wanted that too—no games, just us, just me not hiding my emotions about what I wanted like I always did. I was tearing down that wall and letting him in.
I wanted to. I wanted to be me with him, the me who desperately wanted to be wanted and not have those awful fears from the past, the fear of disappointment, of embracing something new and losing it.
I didn’t want to care about that tonight—or ever.
“Yes,” I repeated, but it was like I was speaking more to myself than to him, like I needed to convince my own mind.
“Yes,” he said with a sexy, confident smile.
More kisses were placed on my neck then along the line that led to the valley of my breasts, where he buried his face and licked my skin. He kissed the swells of my breasts then made his way over to take one nipple at a time into his hot, wet mouth. He alternated like that for a little, making me want more. Then he lingered on my right breast, sucking like he could taste me, sucking like he really was eating me.
I shuddered against him, writhing from the pleasure and moaning into each suck. I shivered deep in my soul when he moved to my left breast and gave it the same attention.
He moved down the plane of my stomach, placing more kisses of fire on my skin until he reached where I craved him the most. Like the day before, he parted my legs and slid his fingers inside me, one finger then another, and then a third, sending more pleasure through my body in waves.
God, it felt so damn good.
I cried out as he moved his fingers inside me and watched me with intense fascination.
“Wet and making me hungry for you.” His voice was thick with need and lust, turning me on even more than I already was.
I couldn’t talk, could barely breathe.
A wicked smile lit up his face as he bent down and pushed his face between my thighs, moving his fingers away and pushing his tongue inside me. The previous day he’d made me come twice within minutes. Since I was already so close to the edge, I was certain he wouldn’t have much work to do.
