“Was I smiling?” His eyes continue their viral assault on my hormones, and I’m about to have a double orgasm without the satisfaction of having it derived from his lips.
“Damn straight you’re smiling because you and I both know it’s your lucky day.” Did that just fly out of my mouth? God, I love it when the whiskey talks, and takes off my clothes, and lands me in bed with the exact person I swore to never speak to again. Note to self, make shrine to whiskey before setting the whole damn bar on fire for housing the promiscuous poison.
He huffs a dull laugh. “Oh, sweetie, this isn’t work. This is a pleasure cruise.” His hand travels down past my hips as his fingers trace out my wet folds. He plunges a finger into my body and works his thumb over me in a circle.
A swell of anger fills me from out of nowhere, and I’m beginning to think whiskey is code for mild psychosis. “First, I’m nobody’s ‘sweetie,’” I correct him a little more throaty than intended. Although, I’m not so sure how one goes about critiquing the distribution of an orgasm, but seeing that I’m in bed with my ex, no level of evil is off the table tonight. “Andsecond—there are a lot of things your hands are good for, trust me, this isn’t one of them. If it’s one thing that makes me testy it’s being made to endure waning fireworks only to be denied the grand finale.”
“Waning fireworks?” he mouths.
That vexingly hot grin crops up on his face, his chin dips with wicked intent.
“Listen,honey,” he growls it out alarming sexy, and my sweet spot starts in on a series of spasms. Crap. I knew the big O was knocking at the door. “The only thing waning is my dick, and I’m about to find it a nice, wet home.” He extracts his finger from deep inside me, and my insides wail to have him back. His features soften as he holds my gaze. “I love you, Laney.” His perfect lips twist, the muscles in his jaw pop. He’s waiting for me to say it back. His eyes latch onto mine and make sweet love to me all on their own. He rides his wet hand up my belly and strums over my flesh just begging to hear those words, but I won’t give them. That’s not what tonight is about.
And, perhaps, that’s not what we’ve ever been about.
“To work,” I say.
He growls before dipping down between my legs and burying a kiss over me. His tongue lashes out, loving yet violent.
“Oh God.” I grip the bedding and clutch at it as if I were in pain. A cry rips from my throat, and I lurch forward with my fingers knotted in his hair. My body responds without hesitation, and I spasm right into him.
I do love Ryder.
But I’ll be damned if those words ever leave these lips again.
Ryder
I close my eyes and lounge over the sweetest part of Laney’s body, loving her, molding my mouth over her while soaking in all the heated moans, the nail-digging groans. I’m savoring the taste, the way her legs cascade up and down my back, the way she’s pulling out my hair, hard, just this side of violent, but I don’t really give a shit if I walk away battered, bruised, and bald. It’s as if all of time had shrunk down to this tiny microcosm, and here we were again, a place I never thought we’d get to. I sink down lower and penetrate her with my tongue, spinning spirals through her again and again, half-afraid to stop because I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance to visit here again.
“Ryder.” She grinds into me, and I bury a kiss over her. “Ryder,please.” Laney coils her fingers around my hair and pulls me up a few inches. She’s panting and writhing, and I can’t help but dig a smile in my cheek. For so long this is what I’ve wanted, and now that I have it, I don’t plan on denying either one of us a moment of pleasure. I lunge over her, lashing her with my tongue, harder, faster than she needs it until her breathing sounds erratic and her knees lock over my skull like a vice. “Ryder!” She bucks forward and holds me captive right where I want to be. I’d volunteer to be Laney Sawyer’s sex slave if she’d have me. This headlock right here is the reward I’d live for each and every day. I’d rearrange my world to have Laney back in my life. And, if she gives me the chance, I’ll do just that.
“Come here, you.” She pulls me up, and I fall over her in a heated slick. I hike up on my elbows and take in the rosy glow of her cheeks. It’s satisfying to know I put that beautiful pink color in her face—that I still have the capability to light her up from the inside—that she’d let me.
“Damn you’re beautiful, you know that?” I stroke the hair from her forehead. “You’re drenched from head to toe, and we’re just kicking off the party.”
“Says who?”
“My hard-on.” I take her hand and guide it over me until her fingers clasp on, and I flinch as if she kicked me in the gut.
“Maybe that was my wicked plan all along.” She rolls back, and her body glistens in the light. “Get what I can then get the hell out.”
I groan into her. “I can live with that.”
“You can?” She readjusts her head on the pillow as her paper-white teeth graze her cherry-stained lip.
“Why don’t you come by night after night and test me?” I swallow hard. “I’d die happy knowing I’d get to end each day with you raining down your perfect pleasure right into my mouth.”
She gives an impish grin. “You’re a dirty boy, Ryder.” Her lips quiver. Laney’s expression takes a turn for the serious. Her eyes round out, vulnerable and sweet like a little girl. “I’ve missed you.” She gives a hard sniff into my neck and lets loose with the tears.
“Laney.” I swallow hard while pressing a kiss just above her ear. I reach over to the nightstand and switch off the lamp. The lights from the Christmas tree pour into the room and cover us in a kaleidoscope of color. “I missed you, too.” I sink down next to her and wrap my arms around her. “I’m never letting you go.” My voice cracks, and I don’t really care if I sound like a pussy. “We’re going to make this work. My world doesn’t function the way it’s supposed to without you. I can’t take the fucking pain one more minute.” I press my lips hard over hers and she reciprocates with an explosive kiss that threatens to combust the entire damn room.
Laney runs her hands down my back and rounds out to the front. She strokes my dick, guiding it. Her other hand gently grazes my balls until the need to have her takes over.
I reach back onto the dresser in what’s proving to be more of a ceremonious maneuver since I know for a fact I don’t have any protection lying around—there hasn’t been a reason, and, now, I feel like an idiot for having the girl of my dreams ready and willing, and here I am, unable to dive in like I want.
“Crap.” I lie back on the bed, disbelieving that my wildest dreams are about to come crashing to an end because I can’t for the life of me remember where the hell I have a missile shield stored.
“What’s the matter?” She props up on her elbow and traces my body out with her eyes.
