Claiming Felicity (Ace Security #4)(50)

Ryder moved his hands down to her ass and palmed the shapely globes. “You are, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” she replied. “Starving.” Her thumbs found his nipples and flicked over them with a rough touch.

Ryder felt both his nipples and his cock turn rock hard at her touch.

He squeezed her butt cheeks once more, then moved his hands to the back of her thighs. “Up,” he ordered.

Felicity had leaned into him and was running her nose up and down the edge of his jaw, and pulled back at his order. “What?”

“Jump up,” Ryder said again, pressing against her legs to let her know what he meant.

A gleam appeared in her eye, and she curled one leg around his outer thigh before giving a little hop.

Ryder boosted her up and moved his hands to support her ass as she curled her legs around his waist. He was on the move before she opened her mouth.

“In a hurry?” she whispered, leaning into him and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her tongue lazily swirled around his earlobe, and Ryder hitched in a breath when she took the piece of fleshy skin into her mouth and nipped on it before she sucked.

Without a word he strode into her bedroom, straight to the welcoming mattress. The quilt was still thrown back from when they’d gotten out of the bed earlier that morning. Without warning, he dropped her on her back.

She squeaked out a small noise in surprise, but Ryder didn’t give her a chance to speak. He was immediately on top of her. His mouth meeting hers, devouring her. He’d wanted her from the first moment he saw her. Had spent many an hour awake and hard as she trustingly slept in his arms. He’d thought after the nasty surprise Joseph had left for her, she might retreat back into the protective shell he’d painstakingly chipped through over the last weeks.

But he should’ve known better. His Felicity was tougher than that. Once she decided she was done being scared of the man she’d been running from most of her adult life, that was it.

Still without a word, and not taking his mouth from hers, Ryder pulled back just enough to reach down and unbutton and unzip his pants. Getting the hint, Felicity did the same.

They undressed themselves, keeping their mouths fused together as much as possible, only breaking apart when she drew her shirt over her head. Everywhere Ryder’s bare skin touched Felicity’s, he felt little electric sparks.

He’d been tortured once. His captors had used water and a car battery to try to force him to tell them what they wanted to know. The zaps of electricity had been painful, and even after he’d been rescued, he swore he could feel the jolts of the current running through his body at random times.

He felt those jolts now, but instead of being painful, they were erotic as hell. He pulled his mouth away from Felicity’s with reluctance and flattened his body over hers. He wrapped his feet around her ankles. He could feel her nipples brushing against the hair on his chest, tickling him even as they tempted him. They were touching from their toes to their fingertips and everywhere in between. He hadn’t had more than cursory glances of her body, but it didn’t matter.

She lay panting under him, her ocean-blue eyes huge in her face. The moisture from their kisses shone on her lips, and he could smell her arousal wafting up from between their bodies.

“I want you,” Ryder said softly.

She grinned and pushed her hips up as much as she could, which wasn’t much. “I can feel.”

“I want all of you,” Ryder clarified, ignoring her attempt at levity. “I want the right to lie next to you every night. I want to stand by your side as you show that asshole he hasn’t broken you. When I take you, enter your body, you’re letting me claim all of you. You’re giving me the right to tell men who ogle that fine ass of yours to fuck off and to bring you home and take you until we’re both limp.”

The lust had faded a bit from her eyes, but it had been replaced by something else. Yearning.

“This isn’t just sex for me, love. Not even close. Not ever with you. Will you let me in? Give me all of you?”

She didn’t respond right away, which didn’t concern Ryder in the least. He could practically see the wheels turning in her brain. He wanted her to think about his words. Wanted her to take this as seriously as he was.

“Only if you give me those same rights back,” she said finally. “I’m not a delicate flower, no matter what you might’ve seen when you first met me.”

“Done. And not once did I ever think you were a delicate fucking flower, love. I saw you. Saw that iron core inside you. It’s what drew me to you in the first place.”

“Good. Now . . . are we done with this touchy-feely conversation yet? I need you.”

Ryder didn’t answer her with words. He let go of her hands and eased down her body until he was lying flat on the bed, his hands on her thighs, pressing her legs open.

She didn’t resist in the least, dropping her knees and moaning.

Ryder stared down at her pussy for the first time. Reverently, he ran his fingers over the blonde hair between her legs. It was so fine and light, it was almost white. “Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he breathed.

“It’s just hair,” Felicity breathed.

“No, love, it’s your hair,” he returned, then leaned down and got to work showing her how much he loved her natural color. He didn’t ease into his attentions, however. No, he couldn’t hold back the lust he’d been controlling for weeks. Not with her scent in his nostrils and her pink lips spread open in welcome.