“Your skin is so fucking incredible,” he mutters before rubbing the tip of his nose in a circle around my belly button. “And the sounds you make are ...goddamn, baby.”
“Ry.” My hands are in his hair, urging him down almost desperately, but he resists me. He grins up at me, and my core tightens just from that crooked smile alone.
“What do you need, Trouble?”
“You.”
“Perfect. I’m right here.” He licks over my pubis, and I gasp, which only makes him chuckle and do it again. “What do you need me todo?”
“Everything. Anything. All the things, Ry, justdo it.”
He spreads my legs wide, and the look he sends me when his gaze returns to mine is full of sexy intent that has my stomach tightening in anticipation.
“This gorgeous pink pussy is soaked, baby.”
“Shocker.”
He bites the inside of my thigh and then licks over the sore spot before his mouth journeys to my slit, and he licks me, from my entrance to my clit, and my hips lift up off the mattress.
“Holy hell.”
“You taste like candy,” he says before repeating the motion, and I see stars. “This is my new favorite meal. I’m going to eat this every goddamn day.”
Okay—Ryker James, hockey sensation turned cowboy, likes dirty talk. Sign me the fuck up.
Hefeastson me. He doesn’t just taste or sample—he devours my pussy as if it’s his only job in life and he’s aiming for a promotion.
And then he adds two fingers to the mix, and I’m done for.
“Ryker, I’m gonna—” My hands are fisted in his hair, my hips are moving of their own accord, and I’m going to explode with the craziest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
“Come all over my face, sweetheart. Make a mess of me.” His fingers brush over that spot that makes me wild, and then I’m flying through the stratosphere. “That’s my girl. God, you’re so damn beautiful, baby.”
Turns out, I have a praise kink.
He’s kissing and licking his way up my torso, and then he takes my hands and pins them above my head with one of his and cups my face with the other as he kisses me. I can taste myself on him, and it only makes me want him more.
I want all of this man. The funny boy I crushed on, the man that I’m so proud of, the one that I trust more than anyone in this world.
I want him.
“Please,” I whisper against his lips. “I need you, Ry.”
He tips his forehead to mine and moves his hips, dragging his length against my sopping wet slit.
“I need you, too, but we have a problem.”
“We’d betternothave a problem. If you reject me again, I swear to God—”
He exhales and shakes his head. “I don’t have any condoms.”
I blink at him and frown, but then a smile spreads over my face.
“Why do you look happy about that?”
“Because that means you weren’t planning to fuck a bunch of random women out here.”
He blinks in surprise, and then his eyes narrow. “Would you be jealous if I did?”
