Her hands roamed, gliding over the bunching of his muscles as he held her in place. Her fingers danced down his biceps and wrapped around to his shoulders, but she didn’t dip them lower to explore below his waist, which was good. One touch, and he would explode. The night had barely begun.
He bit her nipple, clamping down hard, and then flicked the tip with his tongue.
“Oh my God!” Her scream split the air, and he covered her mouth with his hand.
“Unless you want to bring the entire base knocking on your door, you might want to keep that down.”
“Ryker,” she said, whimpering this time, “your mouth…”
While her words trailed off, he indulged in the suppleness of her flesh, biting her nipple and then sucking at it nice and slow. When her breathing settled, he flicked the beaded nipple until she arched back, biting her lip to suppress her moans.
“I want to feel you,” she said.
“You will,” he answered, “over and over again. We have all night, Tia. All fucking night.”
He lifted her left leg off his hip and then the right, settling her on her feet. Then, he kissed down every inch of her skin, traveling the curves of her body where he lost himself in her ample cleavage. His exploration continued down the planes of her abdomen, cutting over muscles toned by intense conditioning. He then lingered at the flare of her hips, spellbound and in awe. His determination to take things slow was a challenge he might fail. She was exquisite.
Nudging her foot, he forced her to widen her stance, which exposed her fully to his gaze. For a minute, he did nothing but sit back on his heels, mute with wonder and basking in the intoxication of her scent.
She was all his, willing and wanting but incredibly hesitant. The muscles of her belly rippled with fear. Her toes curled against the floor, betraying her anxiousness. And her fingers fluttered at her sides, telegraphing her hesitation. A quick glance at the tightness of her pinched lids had him wondering what she was afraid of.
Without another thought to any of her past lovers, especially douche-bag Scott, he thrust out his tongue and tasted her essence. It took seconds before the first whimper escaped her lips. Moments later, she plunged her fingers into his hair, twisting and pulling as he lashed again and again between her legs.
“Oh God,” she said, lifting on her toes.
He chased her, tracking her movements with his mouth and gripped her hips to hold her in place. This was a feast he intended to devour. He pressed forward, driving her wild, and then eased back with a hint of deviousness, knowing it would drive her insane.
The first rush of wet heat trickled down her leg, and he lapped that up. Then, he traded his fingers for his tongue. He thrust two fingers inside her channel, no longer of a mind to take things slow, and curled them forward, not easing back until she succumbed to his ministrations. Several goals were on his mind—one honorable, the others…not so much. He unleashed every weapon in his arsenal.
Her first impression would always be of a fast and furious fuck on the ground. The deftness of his skill had yet been demonstrated, and he needed her to know he could perform and meet her needs.
The intensity of her expression as she fought against the rising tide of her pleasure surprised him, but he wasn’t afraid to meet that challenge. Her struggle revealed the depths of her passion, and he determined to breach her defenses and unleash the force locked up inside.
His fingers curled and pressed against the rough patch of her inner walls. Flicking and stroking, he drove her until her legs trembled, and she nearly pulled out his hair. A simple orgasm wouldn’t suffice. He needed to leave her breathless. With his palms on her ass, hebrought her hips forward and buried his face between the valley of her butter-smooth thighs. He attacked her clit, using his tongue to sweep her to higher heights of pleasure. Playfully, he swirled around her heated flesh, pausing when she tensed to build up her arousal. Then, he feathered soft kisses and unleashed another flick of his tongue before clamping down with his teeth to send her into an earth-shattering release.
She cried out and would’ve collapsed, except he caught her and held her through the shaking vibrations. Her cries grew louder and raw as she shuddered and gasped.
“Holy hell.” Her breaths fluttered, and then she collapsed against him. “What the hell, Ryker? That was…it was…holy hell, that was amazing.”
The smirk lifting his lips wasn’t something he could stop. Those words were exactly what he needed to hear.
“We haven’t even begun,” he said.
Her lids closed, no longer pinched but relaxed.
When she opened her eyes, she cupped his chin. “My turn,” she said as she guided him to his feet and sank to her knees.
TWENTY-FIVE
Pleasure
TIA
The hard floorbit at her knees, but Tia didn’t care, not when faced with an opportunity to explore the expanse of Ryker’s body. All those heated dreams, the thoughts of him sheltering her through the long nights, and those forbidden desires she’d kept locked up tight? All were becoming reality.
A dangerous risk but one she embraced.
Collins had given the team two days’ liberty in the wake of the accident. If they wanted, they never had to leave the confines of this odd metal box.
