He felt a flash of anger at the other men in her life, which was quickly replaced by a surge of satisfaction. He’d be the one to show her what it should be like. “Open your eyes, Suzanne.”
When she did, he slid his hands up her thighs until his thumbs met.
She let out a helpless little hum.
With the pad of his finger he smeared the chocolate right over the center of her. “Now.”
“N-now?”
“Now I’m going to lick you, just as I promised.”
“Oh. Well…”
He licked her.
“Mmm. Chocolate-covered woman.” He licked his lips. “My favorite flavor.”
“Ryan, I-” The words turned into a little whimper when he licked her again. He liked the rough, needy sound she let out so much he just kept at it.
When he switched to a nibble, then sucked her into his mouth, she nearly bucked right off the counter. He simply slid his hands beneath her, cupping her delectable butt in his hands and held on. Licking. Sucking. More licking. In a minute, she was on the edge. Then her every muscle tightened, trembled, and he waited for her explosion.
Instead, she tried to close her thighs. “Stop!”
Damn, the magic word. He lifted his head. Her arms were still pinned at her sides, her fists clenched, her every panting breath making her bared breasts shimmer and shake.
Then he looked into her wild, glazed eyes. Her wild,
“Come?” he asked gently. “You’re going to come?”
Her hair flew into her face when she let out a jerky nod, and his heart constricted with such affection he could hardly breath. “But that’s good.” He stroked a finger right over the plump, turgid flesh he’d just been sucking on. “Really good.”
Her entire body twitched upward, seeking more of that touch. “But-”
“I want you to.” Lowering his head so that his breath brushed against her hot, hot body, he whispered, “Come in my mouth, Suzanne.”
And with the next stroke of his tongue, she did exactly that with thrilling abandon.
WHEN SUZANNE could open her eyes, she stared at Ryan, shocked. She’d come. In his mouth.
“Good?” he asked with a smile that might have been smug if it hadn’t been filled with so much tight need.
She opened her arms, and straightening, he stepped right into them, but she needed more, too. She tugged at his shirt, sucking in a breath when he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.
He was beautiful.
“Tell me you have a condom,” she said in a low voice she didn’t even recognize as her own. She’d never in her life made the first move, but she was shameless now, and he’d made her that way.
“I have a condom.”
Shocking herself, she undid the button of his pants. Reached for the zipper. The rasp of metal on metal seemed loud in the room where the only other sound was their ragged breathing.
And Suzanne’s breathing was very ragged, more so when she slipped her hand inside, past the melted ice cream and wrapped her fingers around him. He was fully erect, needing release, and she was so desperate for the same thing she could hardly contain herself.
“Your bed,” he said.
But she shook her head. She didn’t want to wait that long. “Here.”
He fascinated her, he had from that very first day when he’d dropped out of that tree, but this, right here right now, was taking that fascination to another level and she knew it. He was real, much more real than anyone else she’d let in her life. He had hopes and dreams. He was physical, astonishingly graceful.
Powerful.
And aroused. For her.
She wanted him, wanted him in a way that went beyond the physical, and she was going to have to face that. Later.
His fingers were shaking as he put on the condom. Watching him was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.
“Ryan?”
His gaze, hot and heavy, lifted to hers.
“Hurry.” She slipped her arms around his neck at the same time he caught her up and hauled her to him. With her wrapped around him, he turned from the counter and faced the table. One swipe of his hand sent her mail and a couple of books to the floor before he sat her on it. He was strong and hard, and she’d never wanted anyone as she wanted him. He took her face in his hands, and when they kissed this time it was no simple, gentle touch but a deep, wet, hot statement of raw hunger.
They were both lost in it. He bunched the material of her skirt up past her waist. She used her toes to shove down his pants. He pulled a breast into his mouth, teasing the chocolate-covered nipple with his tongue while she guided him to where she needed him most.
Then he thrust into her, making them both cry out. Using the table for leverage, he pulled back and thrust again, this time going higher, deeper. And then again.
Looking at him, holding his dark, dark gaze, she burst right out of herself, yet another orgasm, with shocking ease, when such a thing had never come easy for her, never. Always, she’d had to strain and strain, and often had just settled without.
Not now, though she had the sinking feeling it wasn’t the time or the place, but the man.
Oh, yeah, it was the man.
He kissed her again, and touched her face. Drew her hands to his chest and moaned his encouragement when they lowered. And she felt, unbelievably, another tightening within her body. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she watched as he drove her higher, then higher still, and at the end, threw his head back, her name on his lips.
Just watching him, so untamed, so uninhibited, hearing him say her name in that ragged voice, triggered her third-her
But even as the lights exploded inside her head and her body shuddered with the insane pleasure of it all, her mind rebelled. And held back.
Because this was nothing but a single episode. An end to a means. A temporary diversion.
And no matter what her heart cried as Ryan gently put his mouth to hers, no matter what she really yearned for, she wouldn’t let herself sink into him.
She’d keep her heart out of it.
FOR RYAN, he came back to earth in slow increments. “If that was just sex,” he said, too weak to lift his face away from Suzanne’s neck or open his eyes. “I’ll eat my shorts.”
This was greeted with silence.
Forcing himself, he pulled away from the soft skin of her neck and looked at her.
She, however, hopped down from the table and bustled around, gathering clothes, tossing his to him.
“Suzanne?”
She turned away, staring out the window, into the dark, dark night.
“Hey. You okay?”
She hugged herself, and when he put his hands on her shoulders, she stepped forward, and away from him. “Of course I’m fine. Perfectly fine.”
He had a good idea what was going through her head. She was very busy distancing herself, convincing herself that everything was still the same. But she was wrong, nothing was the same, and it wouldn’t be ever again. “What
