As she reached to pull at the waistband of his briefs, Ryker gripped her wrist.
“Not yet,” he said.
“But don’t you want…” Her brows lifted, as she was surprised by what seemed an odd refusal.How did a man not want a blow job?
“I do. Very much in fact, but let’s slow this down.”
How slow did he mean to go?He’d already given her yet another earth-shattering orgasm. The man had talented fingers and an even wickeder tongue.
The erotic promise of his hardened shaft, hidden beneath a thin layer of fabric, had her skin tingling and her breaths accelerating. She’d only experienced it in a hurried fuck not so long ago. Instead of imagining what it must look like, she could take her time exploring.
She already knew what his cock felt like and couldn’t wait for the rush of pleasure that would follow the burning stretch as he slipped inside once again.
An image of him stroking himself fluttered in her mind, his hand fisting his cock with rapid pulls as his ass flexed. His cock looked longer and thicker than she remembered, and that brought a building ache surging between her legs. Her mouth watered with the urge to wrap her lips around him, taste his salty essence, and devour him as she brought him the same pleasure he’d bestowed upon her.
Her chest clamped with disappointment. He hadn’t rejected her, but he wasn’t allowing her to have a say in what happened next.
Did that surprise her?Her brows pinched together, as she was confused by how that made her feel.Did she even care?
He was impeccably built, the figure of cut muscle, so damn virile with his broad shoulders angling down to the lickable lines of the V-cut indentations of his abs and hips. Would he even let her trace those lines and follow them down? His entire body was a masterpiece of masculine perfection and screamed sexual domination. It drove her wild with an aching hunger.
That throbbing between her legs returned. Not that it had ever left. She licked her lips and glanced up, incredibly aroused and so very confused.
“What do you mean,slow down?”
If he refused her mouth, would he allow her hands to take him over the edge? She wanted to watch him come apart, blissfully undone, as she stroked him to a panting, shaking, explosive end.
His eyes hardened, perhaps sensing the thoughts scrambling in her head. With a jerk of his chin, he stepped away. His shoulders heaved with heavy breaths.
“I want that very much,” he said, “but I’m not done exploring you.”
She thought he’d made himself rather well acquainted with her body but didn’t argue the point. Crossing her arms over her chest, she felt shy under the heated appraisal he cast at her. Without overanalyzing it too much, she strode over to him.
“I want to feel you, Tia,” he said. “I want to feel every inch of you, but we need to talk.”
Talk? He wanted to talk! What could he possibly need to say now? It was too fucking late. Was this his game—take what he wanted and then drop her like last week’s trash?
She barely heard his next words.
“I never made it to the exchange,” he said. “I don’t have any condoms.”
Her breath caught in her throat. She’d forgotten her shopping list, too. Then, she laughed. Deep, bubbling laughter spilled from her throat. Then, relief washed away her self-recriminations and doubt. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay.
He cupped her hand and placed it in his lap. “I’ve never gone without protection.”
“Oh.” Then, why did he refuse the blow job if they couldn’t have sex? “We don’t have to…”
“Hang on,” he said. “I’m clean. HIV negative.” As a requirement of their job, all military personnel were tested as a part of their annual physicals. His grip tightened, and he worried his lower lipwith his teeth. “I don’t want to force you to do anything, but I don’t know if I can leave without fucking you.”
She rolled her lower lip between her teeth, contemplating options. “My tests are clean, too,” she said.
“Are you…” He huffed in a breath. “Shit, Tia, I need you.” His cock glistened with his need and tented his shorts.
“I think the exchange is still open,” she said.
But, even if it were closed, the lack of condoms wasn’t going to stop the inevitability of this evening. Like shocking a patient. He was clean. She was clean. They were all clean. And she had a protective IUD lodged firmly in her womb to last another five years.
He bent to grab his trousers, but she placed her hands on his hips. “Wait.”
