Full Contact (Redemption #3)(45)

As I shudder through the last waves of the orgasm, Ray releases me and pulls me into his arms, holding me as I melt, boneless against him.

“Better than lions,” I whisper.

With a chuckle, he crushes my lips in a passionate kiss. An erotic shiver winds up my spine when I taste myself on his tongue. Needing more, I slide my hand down, brushing my fingers over his stomach. Ray groans and curls one hand around my ass, driving my hips against the steel of his erection. His eyes are dark with need, and the air between us thick with arousal.

Throbbing, empty inside, I gasp when he twists his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back, making me arch and offer up my breasts for his sucking pleasure. Teasing and torturing first one breast and then the other, his mouth firm but gentle on the little silver ring in my nipple, he holds me tight as I writhe and wiggle against him, my whimpers drowning out the animal cries coming from the TV.

“Ray…” Despite the earth-shattering orgasm of moments ago, I am almost mindless with need, bold with desperation. I slide my hand between us, stroking the ridge of his erection, and then I cup it and he shudders.

Encouraged, I push his shirt up, sliding my hands over his taut pecs to the tattoo outline still waiting to be filled. Like me. Ray rips the shirt over his head, as I tug at his belt and then undo his fly.

“I want you in my mouth,” I whisper.

“Not today.” He stands and pulls me up with him. “Not after I got a taste of your sweet *. I gotta have you now.” He digs his hands into my ass and lifts me against him, then crosses the room in three easy strides and slams me against the wall.

“Legs around my hips.”

More than willing to comply with his erotic demand, I brace myself against the wall, my arms around his neck, legs curled around his body as he pulls a condom from his pocket, then shoves down his jeans. The crown of his erection presses against my slit and for a moment I am tempted to take him bare. Although I haven’t been with anyone for a long time, I’m still on the pill, but do I know Ray—trust him—well enough to take that kind of risk?

Maybe not. Not yet.

So I stay quiet when he pulls back and sheaths himself, and then quiet turns loud when his thick head presses against my entrance and I moan.

“Tell me you want my cock.” His fingers dig into my ass as he holds me poised just above the object of my desire.

“I want your cock, Ray.”

He eases in just enough to stretch me, his thick head dragging over my G-spot, an exquisite pleasure that makes my eyes water.

“Where do you want it?” His body shakes, his need as great as mine, and yet he has a self-control I envy. If he weren’t holding me so tightly, I would impale myself on him without a second thought.

“I want your cock in my *. Oh God. Do it now. Fuck me hard.” I bite my lip, hoping my inexperience with dirty talking doesn’t show. Anything to get him inside me.

“Yesssss.” He groans and with one hard thrust, he fills me, so deliciously thick and hard I whimper. Tightening my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck, I hold on for dear life.

“Gonna f*ck my girl till she screams.” He gives me a bruising kiss, then hammers into me, lifting me in time to his thrusts, until I know nothing but the utter, overwhelming need to come.

“So beautiful.” He pants his words. “Wanna watch you come. Scratch me, beautiful girl. Bite me. Show me how much you want it.” He slides his thumb over my clit, circling, rubbing, and then he pinches and I’m gone, biting his shoulder as hard as I dare to muffle my screams.

Ray pounds into me as I climax, drawing out my pleasure until he follows me over the edge, his cock pulsing deep inside me.

When I soften against him, Ray carries me to the bedroom and lays me down before going to dispose of the condom. Almost immediately, panic seizes me. Sweat beads on my forehead and my heart pounds. Rolling off the bed onto all fours, I squeeze my eyes shut and try to take long, deep breaths, but my chest is too tight and darkness claws at my vision.

“Shhhhh.” A warm hand strokes down my back, and then Ray curls an arm around my waist and pulls me back into his chest, his hand between my breasts.

“Your heart is beating too fast. Gotta slow it down.” His voice is low, soothing. Calm. So calm. “Breathe for me.”

Shaking violently in his arms, I try to take a breath, but only a whisper of air gets through.

“Wherever you are, you gotta come back, Sia.” His voice echoes in the darkness and his arms tighten around me. “Promised Fuzz I’d keep you safe. He’ll go f*ckin’ ballistic if anything happens to you.”

Tag. I imagine his face and my heart warms. But it isn’t Tag with his arms around me, murmuring in my ear, keeping me safe. It’s Ray. Here and now. And my heart warms even more.

“You okay now?”

I draw in a deep breath, and then another. “Yeah. Thanks. I like listening to your voice.”

“Had to do something to bring you back.” He rests his forehead on my back and draws in a ragged breath. “It was gonna be that or CPR.”

We hold each other for the longest time, and then Ray releases me. My cheeks burn and I stiffen, preparing myself for him to walk away from a woman who is so obviously broken. Instead he stands and lifts me into his arms. “Discovery Channel usually has a two-hour special at midnight, and I’m thinking we should stay away from the bed.”