When he’d left the shower earlier, she’d been naked. His fingers had dipped inside of her. Hot. Tight. Heaven. That damn doorbell would haunt his nightmares.
“Also, I’d really like to lick some of your tattoos.”
Sweet fuck.
“And…” Her gaze dropped down his body. She sat up in bed. Moved to the edge of the mattress. “I’d like to lick other parts of you, too.”
He nearly ripped all of her clothes right off her. He could never remember wanting someone so much. “You are playing with fire.”
“Am I?” She reached out and undid his belt. Then the button on his pants. And eased down the zipper. “Let’s see if I get burned.”
He was on her. Not like he could hold back any longer. He tumbled her onto the bed. His mouth took hers. His hands flew over her body.
He heard her high heels hit the floor.
When that sexy little foot slid against me in the restaurant…
A growl ripped from him as he lifted up enough so that he could yank off her soft sweater. He sent it flying.
For a moment, he got lost staring at her. He’d seen her naked breasts when they’d been in the bathroom together. Sheer and utter perfection. Now her breasts were encased in a white bra with sexy lace that pushed them up, and really, the bra was gorgeous, but he yanked it off her in five seconds.
Then his lips were on her. Kissing her nipples. Licking. Sucking.
Her nails sank into his arms as she arched against him. “Ryan!”
He kissed his way down her body. Broke the button at the top of her pants and didn’t care. He jerked down the zipper, and with one hard tug, he pulled her pants and her panties down her body and sent them both hurtling to the floor, too.
He and Simone were now half on and half off the bed. He eased back, mostly so that he could take her all in. Every single, perfect inch of her. His breath shuddered in and out. His dick thrust straight toward her, and all he wanted was…
A taste. First, a taste.
He caught her legs. Pushed them apart. She grabbed for the bedding.
“And here I thought you got full at the restaurant.”
Her husky words had his gaze rising to trap hers.
“Still hungry?” she asked as her head tilted to the left and her hair trailed over her shoulder.
“Starving.” A primitive rumble. Then he put his mouth on her.
She gasped. Her thighs trembled.
He went wild. Because her taste sent him straight over the edge. Licking. Sucking. Tasting. Thrusting his tongue into her and then raking her clit with his fingers. Strumming her. Ferocious need pounded within him, and, in some distant part of his mind, Ryan realized that he should hold back. He shouldn’t be letting the full force of his lust surge through him.
But, fuck it.
Part of him knew that Simone could handle everything. That he didn’t have to hold back with her.
Because she was moaning and arching against him and demanding more with her breathy little whispers. She wasn’t afraid of his passion. She wanted everything that he had to give her.
And he wanted her.
First, he wanted her to come against his mouth so he could taste her pleasure.
Then, he wanted her coming around his dick so that he could feel her release.
His tongue lashed her. Licking and stroking her clit in a fast and frantic rhythm.
