His hand slid to my face; rough, calloused, larger than life. Our eyes bored into each other, neither of us willing to blink…
And then we were crashing together, our mouths moving messily, hungrily, taking everything that we wanted. Our tongues swirled as our bodies entwined, my hand sliding to the back of his neck to pull him closer, to drink deeperfrom the limitless fountain of his hard, masculine essence.
The kiss was rough, tumbling, and tasted like victory. It wasn’t the sweet kiss I’d shared with Theo, or the controlled heat I’d shared with Colson. This was raw. This was primal. This was—
“Oh!”
I gasped as Ripley lifted me into the air and slammed my ass onto the counter. My thighs drifted apart. He pushed between them, grinding against me. My hands roamed everywhere as he closed the gap, desperate to trace those uncharted acres of sun-bronzed flesh. His oil-soaked skin was deliciously smooth. The muscles coiled beneath it, hard and unyielding.
For a while we were content to devour each other in the darkness, our kisses growing even hungrier as our fingers grew bolder in their exploration. When his fingertips pierced the sleep shorts I’d hurriedly put on, I pushed him back with an open palm.
“So…” I looked up at him teasingly. “You want to take me to bed?”
Ripley laughed. This time it was a good laugh.
“Honey, I’m gonna put youthroughthe bed.”
The butterflies in my stomach had babies. Then those babies had babies, as his stubbled mouth dove forward, burying itself in my neck.
I was the horniest I’d ever been. So wet I was soaked through, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
“Do you think you could put me through the bedquietly?” I half-chuckled, half-sighed.
Suddenly I was lifted into the air again. Thrown over one great shoulder.
“Let’s find out,” declared Ripley, as he carried me off.
