“Not while we’re in this position.” His hands came down to palm her bare ass. His cock strained against her belly, and her skinny jeans were still bunched around her hips like a damned chastity belt.
“I hate these jeans,” she whispered.
“I fuckin’ love them. They’re sexy as hell, but right now, they are not my favorite thing.” He smiled against her lips.
“I have an idea.” She reached down and rolled the condom off him.
Ryan let out a groan of defeat.
“Hold that thought,” she said, pressing her palm against his cock. She hitched her jeans back into place, then slid off the bike and knelt beside him.
“Emma—” he growled.
“Stay right where you are,” she whispered. She leaned in, licking the bead of moisture that had gathered at the tip of his cock. He swore, and his cock jerked against her tongue. She took his head into her mouth, licking and sucking. His hands fisted in her hair.
She tilted her head and took him all in. Her position was awkward, with one shoulder wedged against the side of his bike, her knee braced against the pavement, but as she looked up and saw him looking so sexy and badass on his bike, his head thrown back, eyes closed, it was so worth it. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.
She slid him in and out of her mouth, finding the tempo he needed. He swore, the sounds coming from this throat growing increasingly desperate as she worked, until he stilled with a hoarse, “I’m going to come.”
She increased the suction with her mouth, and boy, did he ever. His whole body tensed as he came in a series of hot spurts that she swallowed, reveling in his guttural cry as he lost control.
He slumped forward, his arms shaking as he cradled her. “Fuck.”
She slid to her feet and climbed back onto the bike in front of him. “Better?”
He hauled her up against his chest and kissed her senseless. “Baby, that was so much better than you could ever know.”
“Good,” she murmured against his lips. She’d helped him physically, but emotionally? That might be a much harder job.
* * *
“You working tomorrow?” Ryan nuzzled his face into Emma’s hair, breathing in her fresh scent. They’d made it back to her place after their little rendezvous on the back of his bike and he’d fucked her senseless here in her bed. Funny how his need for her never seemed to lessen. If anything, it grew stronger each day.
She shook her head in answer to his question. “You?”
“Not ’til noon.”
“You want to stay?” she asked, her arms tightening around him.
“Yeah.” He wanted it more than anything. “But I may need to make a run for some food. I’ve been hungry all damn day.”
“You missed lunch,” she murmured.
“And supper.”
“Oh wow.” She sat up. “You are hungry, then. I think I have steaks in the freezer. We could toss them on the grill?”
“Sounds great.” He climbed out of bed and started pulling his clothes back on.
Emma did the same. She went into the kitchen while he went out onto her patio to start the grill. By the time he had it nice and hot, she had the steaks thawed and seasoned. “I threw a couple of potatoes in the oven, too.”
“Steak and potatoes. You know the way to a man’s heart.” He had no idea where those words came from, but he’d blame it on being famished.
Emma gave him a funny look but said nothing.
They didn’t talk much while they cooked, and while he was still somewhat tongue-tied over what he’d just said, the silence didn’t feel uncomfortable. Once he’d devoured enough food to fill the aching void inside him, he sat back with a satisfied sigh.
Emma slid closer, her shoulder bumping into his. “You want to tell me about it now?”
