When she glanced up, condom in hand, he was closer than she’d expected. Her lips formed an O, but the corresponding sound didn’t have time to escape because his mouth slammed over hers, drinking in her startled cry. Then all she could do was feel—the press of his hard body as he backed her against the nearest wall, the chill of the unforgiving surface at her rear, and the heat of his mouth as he ravaged hers. She gripped his shoulders to enjoy the ride.
His right hand was a warm weight at her hip, the nip of teeth a bolt of pleasure-pain at her neck. That hand slipped under her skirt and inched up her leg. Tiny pinpricks of delight followed his questing fingers. When he lifted his head his lips were red, slightly swollen. Sexy. One-handed, he tugged the buttons of her silk shirt. One flew off making a sharppingagainst a coffee table. He lowered his head, taking hard bites out of the swell of her breast. She gasped, holding his head to her, wanting, craving more.
Somehow he loosened her bra, and then his lips surrounded her nipple, sucking strongly. An echoing pull twanged between her legs.
“Ryan,” she whispered, trembling under his relentless attention.
The hand under her skirt continued exploring until she squirmed, every particle of her body consumed with desperate hunger.
“Need your fingers on me,” she said on a plea.
He licked around her nipple and ran his fingers over the thin lace of her panties. Back and forth. Back and forth. His fingers slid underneath, curled then he gave a hard yank. Fabric ripped and he peeled the lace away from her body.
“On the bed,” he said.
“Oh, this is a comfortable quickie.”
“Damn straight.” He dragged her away from the wall and half threw her onto the mattress. “Where did you put that condom?”
She unfurled her left hand to display the condom while remaining sprawled on the bed, her skirt hiked up around her hips.
Ryan grabbed the foil packet and ripped it open. Then he was on her, pushing into her, filling her while his mouth feasted on one breast. A wild symphony of sensations slapped her around, making her catch her breath and hold onto him for dear life. The scent of him, fresh and citrusy, familiar, made her nostrils flare. And the heat. The heat seared her flesh and pulled her into a place where pleasure ruled. It roared across her mind, tweaked at her breasts and streaked down her legs, growing bigger. Better.
Her fingers dug into Ryan’s shoulders, her hips lifting into each of his rapid thrusts as she savored the hard and aggressive act, the curl of heat. A ball of liquid pleasure roiled in her loins, and her belly clenched. He nipped the side of her neck, the burst of pain detonating something inside her. She flew apart, only held together by her contact with him. He powered into her again, a decisive stroke then he stilled, fully embedded, a loud groan squeezing past his clenched teeth.
“Damn, Julia. I love you so much.”
They stayed connected, Ryan buried in her until the need to breathe drove her to struggle from beneath his larger bulk.
“Are you going to tell me you love me one day?”
Her gaze shot to his before uneasiness made her eyes slither away. She used to tell him all the time. Before.
“I—” She broke off, swallowed hard. She needed to say something before the pause grew too long.
“It’s all right. I get it,” he whispered, dropping a light kiss on her lips. “You’ll say it when you’re ready. For now it’s enough to know you’re here with me.”
Relief struck her at his words, and even more when he didn’t sulk in the same way as others in her past. They spent the rest of the afternoon in their room, testing out the luxurious shower before making love again. There was chocolate involved, necessitating another shower.
“Do you want to go for a walk around Darling Harbor? Grab something to eat before I meet the others to leave for the stadium?”
Her stomach let out a rumble, and he laughed.
“I guess that’s a yes,” she said.
“You could always come with me.”
She shook her head. “No. I’ll wait for you in our room. How about if I order a special room service dinner for us? What time will you get back here?”
“Around midnight. I’ll have to make an appearance to say hi to some of the sponsors and reporters, but I promise to make it quick.”
“Deal,” she said.
Ryan heard the roar as he left their dressing room. The opening act was doing a fantastic job warming up the crowd.
“Dubois!”
Ryan turned at the name. Seymour, their manager jogged to catch up with him.
