Let Me Be the One (The Sullivans #6)(56)

Quick and dirty sex on his couch would have been so much easier to write off as another crazy impulse.

Then again, when he didn’t even bother to do more than kick off his shoes and then slide hers off too before walking into the huge, glass-enclosed shower with her still in his arms and turning the water on over them, she knew he was doing exactly that—following his impulses.

Thank God.

He moved them so that he could watch the warm water pulse and flow over her chest, and then lowered his head to her br**sts. As his mouth covered one taut tip, she held onto his neck even as the sweet pleasure coursed through every cell in her body.

His skin was getting wet and so were her hands, but before she could slip, he put her back down on her feet and pressed her up against the one tiled wall. He pressed her legs wide open with his, and took her hands in his to hold them up against the tiles on either side of her head.

She felt owned.

Possessed.

Utterly, completely claimed by the heat in his eyes as his gaze ran down her body, then back up to her face.

“Every fantasy, Vicki. ” His words were raw. And so low she could barely hear them over the spray from the multiple showerheads. “You’re every single fantasy I've ever had.”

Her breath came fast as she let herself look at him, too. His chest was tanned and beautifully muscled. His wet button-down shirt clung to his shoulder and arm muscles in a shockingly sexy way. Not to mention the way his jeans cupped his enormous erection and his taut thigh muscles.

“You are, too,” she whispered, barely getting the words out before he captured her mouth in a kiss so searing the water could have been cold and she would still have been warm.

“You have no idea how many dirty things I want to do with you right now.”

The warmth coiled down low in her belly let go at his heated words. She was already risking so much with Ryan tonight.

Why not one more thing?

“Good thing we’re already in a shower, then.”

His eyes lit at the realization that she’d just given him permission to do whatever he wanted with her, and then his mouth covered hers again for a brief, intense kiss before he dropped to his knees in front of her.

He let go of her hands to cup her br**sts and she threaded her hands into his wet hair to hold him there against her as he laved and sucked and nipped at her sensitive flesh.

“God, I love your br**sts,” he murmured against her chest as he moved to taste the other one.

They’d always been big, ever since puberty, and more than once she’d wished she didn’t have to deal with them. But right in that moment, she’d never been so happy for her abundant flesh, if only because it meant more kisses from Ryan across every inch of them.

“You have no idea how many nights I dreamed of doing this when we were in high school.”

She could barely catch her breath enough to ask, “How many?”

“All of them.”

His thumbs and forefingers moved to replace his mouth as he kissed his way down her stomach. Vicki’s legs trembled as he moved lower and lower to where she was so wet, so ready for him, that the barest touch was going to send her over.

But instead of pressing his mouth to her, he pulled back and just stared at the wet curls between her legs. His hands moved from her br**sts to grip her inner thighs and open her more to him.

He’d gone down on her the night before, but being in the shower like this as he stared at her really did feel dirty...in the best possible sense of the word.

She could still hardly believe that it was Ryan between her naked legs, the best looking man in the world kneeling in front of her, ready to worship her with his mouth and hands.

“Gorgeous.” He pressed a soft kiss to her curls. “Absolutely gorgeous.” He slid two fingers into her and groaned the words, “So wet. And hot.”

As Vicki’s inner muscles automatically clenched around him, he dragged his fingers from her, then pushed them back in.

“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

Oh yes, that was exactly what she was going to do.

She bucked into his hand and then his mouth as his tongue found her. Her cries of pleasure bounced around the shower walls as he pushed her harder, higher, until she was a trembling, post-climactic mess.

Ryan grasped her hands in his again and before she could get her synapses to fire, he had her turned around and shifted so that her hands were flat on a tiled lip that held his soap and shampoo.

He held his hands over hers and braced her hips with his. “Are you steady enough to stay like that on your own while I get my clothes off?”

Oh God.

“Yes.” Barely.

He ran his hands all the way up her arms and then down her back to the flare of her hips before he stopped. “Your ass is a goddamned miracle.”

She wished she had the kind of experience with men and sex to answer him in a flirtatious way, but her earlier quip about being in the shower seemed to be the full extent of her flirty answers. Especially when he palmed her cheeks and squeezed them.

A gasp of pleasure fell from her lips as he sparked her desire anew with shocking ease, the fingers of one hand slipping into her again as he undid his pants with the other.

And then his hand was gone and he was pressing up and into her on a groan, his hands coming around to cup and squeeze her br**sts as she gripped the tiled lip.

“Hold on tight.”