Technically there were two good beds near them and…
She’d just shoved down his jogging pants. Ryan sucked in a hard breath. “There is no tattoo there.” As if he’d let a tattoo needle near his dick.
“Are you sure?” Her breath blew over the dick that surged toward her. “I really need to check. Have to be thorough and all of that.”
He looked down at her. One of her delicate hands curled around the base of his dick. She guided him toward her mouth. Her lips parted, and she took the head of his cock inside.
Fuck.
Fuck.
She sucked him. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, licking him, and then she was pulling him in ever deeper.
They weren’t making it to either of the beds near them. Nope.
His control shattered. Ryan yanked her up. Ripped away her silky, black pajama bottoms. Distantly, he heard the sound of fabric tearing. He thought it might have been her panties because he’d managed to get her pajama pants off just fine. He left her button-up pajama top on, no time to get rid of it. He heaved her up against him, and she smiled. Pure temptation.
“You are so lickable, Ryan Quinn.”
“And you are incredibly fuckable, Simone Sailor.”
Her legs curled around his hips. He drove into her. Right there. Standing up in the hallway. Because there was no waiting. No holding back. He spun and pressed her back to the wall. Her heels dug into his ass as she arched toward him. Their mouths collided. Their bodies heaved. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she surged against him, and lust exploded.
Kisses were frantic.
His thrusts were deep, hard, and unrelenting.
She arched toward him again and again. Her soft whispers urged him on. Her head tipped back against the wall. His mouth flew to her neck. He licked and sucked, and he drove into her even as he worked one hand between their bodies. He strummed her clit. Rubbed it fast and hard. Again. Again.
She jerked against him. Shoved her tight core against him hard, and then he felt the contractions of her inner muscles around him. He looked at her face and saw the flash of pleasure sweep across her features.
He kissed her while she came, and then his own climax was on him. No way to stop, not with her hot, clenching paradise around him. He spilled into her, erupting endlessly even as the drumbeat of his heart echoed in his ears.
And with each beat he thought…
Need her.
Love her.
Always.
That had been…
Simone opened her eyes. She found Ryan staring at her. Face all hard and tight and, typical for Ryan, dangerous. Her breath still panted out, and her legs maintained a death grip around his waist.
Lowering her legs would probably be appropriate at this point in time. Except…
Ryan just eased both of his hands around her hips. He held her in place, and, with her curled against him and still experiencing truly lovely aftershocks in her core, he carried her down the hallway and into his room. Still in her. Actually, getting bigger in her as he carried her.
This was new. This was fun.
She tightened her inner muscles around him, and they both moaned.
He stopped in the doorway of his bedroom. The man’s strength was quite impressive. So was his stamina. Her hands lingered on his shoulders. She just had to press her sex against him, rub hard, and…oh, no.
Horror flashed through her. Her head whipped up “Ryan!”
“I know,” he growled back. “I didn’t use protection.”
