“I don’t even know where they put me.”
“I do,” he said. “You’re staying at The Ritz again.”
Her tongue flicked out and licked her upper lip. She was uncertain, but gestured in the direction they’d been walking. “Well, lead on.”
Her new lodging was similar to the one she’d been placed in before. This time, she’d been assigned to one of the older facilities—a smaller, single-person accommodation. Night had settled over the camp, and it remained quiet for the most part, but there were still some people wandering about—those headed to a late chow,beginning evening shifts, or going to the gym. Fortunately, he and Tia didn’t run into anyone they knew. They searched until they found her room. Slipping inside, he took no time in latching and securing the door before grabbing her and pinning her against the closed door.
His lips crashed against hers, drawing out a low moan from her lips. He found the buttons of her overblouse and tore them free, sliding the desert camouflage to the ground. She attacked his clothing, stripping him in a frantic shedding of fabric. When she pushed his trousers down, his pants gathered at his ankles.
With a laugh, they disengaged to remove their boots. With a kick of his feet, he freed himself and then sucked in a breath at his first full glimpse of Tia’s toned body as she slipped out of her uniform.
“Those need to come off,” he said, pointing at her sports bra and white panties.
“So does that,” she teased, gesturing to his briefs.
“You first,” he said in challenge, stunned with the amount of self-control he displayed.
His dick throbbed as it lengthened. He wanted inside of her right then, but they had all night. They’d both earned a night of pleasure and then some, but he wouldn’t rush things. That wasn’t the kind of game he played.
Sex came easy, cheap, and sometimes was nothing more than a way to take the edge off. That wasn’t tonight’s goal.
Tia had a right to be concerned about his past and what he planned for the future. He couldn’t take a step without some female showing off her tits, her ass, and advertising the whole package in hopes he’d bite. Finding a bed partner to rub one off with had never been a problem. What his life lacked was that inexplicable connection between heart, mind, and soul, which followed the union of flesh.
He intended to cultivate that with Tia, which meant taking his time. Her eyes lit up, perhaps excited with the promise of what the nightoffered. Little did she know he intended to own not only her body, but by the time the sun rose, he would also capture her soul. To accomplish that would take every ounce of willpower because he’d have to deprive himself, delaying his gratification until he had her hooked. This was just the beginning of something much larger than himself.
He approached her, taking each step with lethal intent, his gaze fixed and determined on his prize. She backed away, one hand fluttering to her belly, the other reaching behind in case she ran into anything. In another few steps, she’d meet the back wall.
Reaching out, he gripped her nape and pulled her in for a kiss. One taste of Tia, and fuck willpower or self-control.Who the hell had he been kidding?
Sinful. Delicious. Decadent.
She tasted like heaven.
He threaded his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back, kissing along her throat and pushing her against the wall of her room.
“Lyons,” she said on a ragged exhale.
“If you don’t fucking call me Ryker, I’m going to stop right now. When I’m kissing you or inside you, my fucking name is all I want to hear.”
“Well, shit, Ryker, will you stop talking and just fucking kiss me?”
“Hold on, Tia,” he said. “This isn’t going to be anything like last night.”
He pressed his weight against her, pinning her body in place, and then released his grip on her hair to palm the back of her head. What he intended would come hard and fast, and he didn’t want to give her a concussion.
His teeth nipped against her lips, sinking into the plump flesh. He grazed, licking and devouring, thoroughly enjoying himself as hetasted her essence. Tia gave freely to him, a willing sacrifice to his need, and seemed content to let him set the pace. She rested her hands on his shoulders but didn’t explore further, giving him pause.What was holding her back?
He cupped one of her breasts and let his thumb tease her nipple until she hissed, sucking in a breath. Grabbing the bottom of the spandex fabric, he lifted the sports bra up and over her head. She raised her arms, helping him with the process of stripping her. He tossed the bra to the floor, not caring where it landed, and then seized her breast—not with his hand, but with the heat of his mouth. Her hands gripped his head, and she pulled him up, depriving him of his prize. Then, she planted a devastating kiss on his lips.
With a nod, she released him back to feast on her breast. “More.”
His fingers hooked on the white cotton of her panties, and he found himself crouching down. A neat, trimmed patch greeted him, and her arousal flooded his senses. He should stop and feast upon her, but he was more interested in guiding her feet out of her panties and removing that last barrier of clothing. Those he didn’t toss to the ground. Instead, he placed them on the dresser behind him.
When he stood, he grabbed her ass and lifted her off the ground, amazed at how little she weighed. Tia wasn’t a petite woman, but she was lithe and toned, perfect really, and strong enough to endure what he had planned.
He forced her back against the wall again, this time with something more than a simple kiss in mind. She wrapped her legs around his hips and cradled his face with both hands. Her dark eyes simmered with need, urging him to impale her right then, taking her with brutal strength. She kissed him, light and delicate, until he took over, piercing her willing lips and probing the recesses of her mouth. Their tongues tangled and danced. Her fingers dug into his scalp, pulling at his hair, driving him mad with desire.
“I want to feel you,” she said. “Ryker…please.”
