Love, Diamonds, and Spades (Cactus Creek #2)(26)

Now that his shirt was off and she was able to slide her hands all over his sculpted muscles, she was wrapped up in a hazy, erotic calm that gave her back the ability to think in full sentences. “I told you I never listen to Penny.”

“No panties,” he rasped out on a guttural groan.

She’d bypassed the sexy lingerie altogether.

His fingers were impressively quick as he unbuttoned her sweater. When she felt him release the clasp of her bra, instantly she covered herself back up.

Golden eyes blazing with heat, and heavy with lust snagged hers. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”

“I’m not as young as your groupies,” she explained lamely, keeping one arm over her breasts while she reached for the lamp switch beside the couch. “And I had a kid. I’m not as…perky as all those gorgeous women who throw themselves at you.”

His eyes narrowed, and he managed to catch her hand before she could kill the light in the living room. “You think those women are gorgeous?”

Well, duh. She nodded and reached for the throw blanket to cover up after he somehow used his secret third and fourth hands to get her bra off.

“If you think they’re gorgeous, it’s because you’re not seeing what I see.”

“What do you see?”

“You.” He rumbled in her ear before leaning her back and sliding his lips down the valley between her breasts. “I told you. All I ever see is you. Even when you’re not in the room with me. Since I met you, I can’t remember the last time I actually saw a woman enough to commit her to memory. Every pair of blue eyes I see are dull compared to yours, every smile completely forgettable.”

His tongue circled a nipple and they both groaned. “All my brain can and wants to see is you. All my body wants is to feel you in my arms. When you’re not, I spend all my energy and focus looking at every inch of you and imagining my hands all over you. You’re an addiction, Quinn Christiansen.”

“My addiction.”

He sucked hard and she cried out his name, arching when she felt his rough thumb tease her other nipple as well. Back and forth he alternated, completely stealing control of her body, sentencing her to what felt like an eternity of mind-erasing pleasure.

Panting and writhing, it took her a moment to realize that the delicious heat was suddenly gone, and cool air was now the only thing touching her nipples. “You’re so beautiful,” he growled.

She opened her eyes and saw him staring down at her, passion burning in his eyes, his jaw clenching and unclenching as his hands slid over her skin.

“God, Quinn, you’re perfect.”

The rough declaration was rasped against her breast as he pulled her upright and gently scraped his teeth against her nipple.

She scored her nails down his back and heard herself begging for more. Just…more.

Seconds later, he was gently laying her down on the couch.

And then ripping her skirt off.

If she thought his eyes had been hot with lust before, they were outright scorching now.

When his calloused fingers ran over her soaked core—close, but not close enough—she whimpered and he immediately stopped.

“Are my hands too rough, baby?” he asked, voice heavy with concern.

“No,” she managed. “More.” She slid her thighs apart and felt herself get even more wet when he released a feral growl and brought his mouth down to her skin.

Still not close enough.

“Please, Rylan.”

His hands gripped her thighs. “Again,” he demanded roughly as his tongue swiped along her drenched flesh, dipping lower and causing him to release another rough sound from his chest as he tasted how much she wanted him. “Say my name again, sweetheart.”

She was floating in a riptide dragging her sanity away. With all the tenderness in the world, his work-roughened thumbs spread her wider for his gaze, his mouth.

“Again,” he breathed, right against her exposed sex and she nearly came right there, his question the last thing on her mind.

He slipped her legs over his shoulders and licked her mere inches away from where she needed to feel him.

Then he pushed two thick fingers deep into her and she screamed his name.

Just like that, an animal was unleashed. His mouth clamped down on her and sucked the last of her inhibitions right of out of her until finally, she was coming in his mouth.

A mindless mass of sensations, she found herself shattering through another orgasm just as devastating as the first when his tongue started to torment her in rhythm with the three fingers now plunging deep inside of her.

He didn’t stop until she was nearly whimpering in exhausted pleasure.

“Rylan.”

That was the best she could manage, but it was enough to signal he’d wrung her dry. He pulled back and slid her legs off his shoulders. Gentle kisses rained down on her thighs, soft murmurs against her skin she couldn’t hear over the blood rushing in her ears.

She felt the room tilt them before she was wrapped in a cocoon of warmth, fingers massaging her scalp and a hot palm running up and down her back. Burrowing into the heat, she felt herself drift off and she tried her best to fight it.

“Sleep, baby. I’m not going anywhere. Just close your eyes and sleep.”

The soft kiss he brushed across her lips was the last thing she remembered.