Hosed (Happy Cat #1)(42)

“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs as he strokes my hair back and recaptures my mouth with his.

Everything about him engulfs me. His woodsy scent mixed with heat and metal. His touch—both the gentleness of his fingers along my neck and the scratch of his stubble against the sensitive skin around my mouth. His taste, rich and intoxicating.

The solid strength of his body.

The soft moan of pleasure as I touch my tongue to his.

Anticipation bubbles through my veins and channels between my legs. I’m not nervous—just excited.

This feels so right. Finally right. Finally everything I’ve wanted and more.

Like maybe the reason I’m still a virgin is that I was waiting for this. For today.

For him.

He pulls out of the kiss and gazes down at me. “If this is too much—if you want me to stop—any time—”

“Please don’t stop.” I run my hands down his neck, over his wide shoulders, and pluck at his tee shirt. “And please get rid of this. I want to see you.”

He reaches behind his head, pulling his tee off in one smooth motion. “Anything else?” he asks with a grin, as I breathlessly take in the sight of his bare skin. He has a light dusting of dark hair across his broad chest and a firefighter badge tattooed over his heart. I trace the ridges of his ribs down to the sculpted beauty of his hard stomach while he leans beside me, letting me inspect him.

“Wow,” I whisper.

“Careful.” He pulls my knuckles to his lips and presses the sweetest kiss to them. “That kind of praise could give a man a big head.”

My gaze drifts lower with a grin. “Really?”

He laughs and tugs at the hem of my shirt. “Oh, yeah. And you’re overdressed.”

“Can you help me? I think I forgot how to undress myself.”

I bat my eyelashes like a big dork, but he just smiles wider, his eyes going smoky and that bulge pressing tighter against my thigh. “It would be my pleasure.”

He scoots down the bed, settles between my legs, and pushes my shirt up, revealing my belly button. Inch by inch, he kisses and licks his way up my chest, pushing my shirt up as he goes, until I’m writhing under his touch.

He pulls my nipple into his mouth through my lace bra, and sheer pleasure flutters from my breasts to my core, pulsing deep inside me, more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. My legs tighten around him instinctively.

“More?” he asks, rubbing at my other nipple through my bra.

“More,” I gasp. I want so much more. And I’m too high on the sensations he’s sparking throughout my body to form any other words.

“Time for this to go.” He pushes my shirt over my head, stroking my arms as he pulls them from the sleeves, his rough fingertips the perfect mix of gentle and possessive, arousing and soothing. He glides his body along mine, settling his thick, hard cock between my legs, and capturing my lips in a kiss that utterly owns me.

I’m wrapped in Ryan, lost and found in him, and I don’t want to be anywhere else.

Ever.

Not San Francisco. Not Savannah’s house.

Not even the next room over.

I just want to be here, with him, this man who feels like home.

“You,” he rasps out as he breaks the kiss, “are an addictive goddess.”

My fingers dance along the hot, flat planes of his chest and I arch closer to the bulge pressing between my thighs, lifting my hips to rub it against where I ache. “More,” I plead.

“Trust me?” he asks while he kisses a trail down my neck.

“Yes.”

He slides back down my body, and I whimper when his hips lift off mine.

But when he pops the button on my jeans and lowers my zipper, licking and stroking my lower belly with his tongue, I’m back in heaven.

“Pink lace,” he murmurs while he nibbles at the top of my panties and angles my hips to pull my pants down to my thighs. “You match.”

“I was hoping for more of a reaction than—Oh God. Ryan!”

His name is a strangled cry as he licks me through my panties.

It’s the most exquisite torture I’ve ever had. I want him to lick me more, but I also want more. Of everything.

“I’ve been dreaming about this forever.” His breath heats the lace covering my sensitive flesh. “And reality is so much better than I’ve ever imagined.”

He strokes me through the lace with his tongue again, and I moan. I’m gripping his hair, the coarse thickness as perfect as everything about him.

“I’m going to take your panties off and make you come in my mouth, Cassie,” he says. “Sound good?”

I think I answer something like yes. My heart is racing, my tongue is dry, and Ryan’s gliding my panties down over my hips. He pulls my shoes off, then my pants, until I’m lying naked on his bed—except for my bra—with cool air drifting over my skin, a sharp contrast to the hot wetness between my legs.

And then his mouth is back where I need it so desperately, licking and kissing before he pauses at the top to suckle my clit into his mouth.

Everything’s so new, but so right.

The burst of pleasure making me ache in my core, need coiling deep inside me while he suckles and strokes me and makes love to me with his mouth until I’m gasping for breath and arching off the bed, my release building thick and heavy under his talented tongue.