Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5)(51)

“Remember yourself, Baby Girl.”

If ever there was an inappropriate time to call her a baby girl, it was now. Her nails bit into her palms as she fought to keep from saying something that would lead to punishment. Or discipline as he liked to call it.

When his tongue lowered to her clit again, she let out a sob of relief. He wasn’t going to stop after all. His tongue teased the sides of her clit hood, and he slowly built up the tension once more. As she neared the crest, her thighs began to shake.

Close. So close.

His finger eased inside her again. All thought fled her mind as his tongue flicked hard against her sensitive clit.

Holding her body as still as possible, she let the pressure build slowly until she hurtled over the final hill.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Ryder, yes, yes, yes!”

Just before pleasure turned to pain, Ryder slowed down the motion of his tongue on her clit. His finger slid from her vagina, and she slumped against the wet sheets. She must be drenched from head to toe. But who cared?

“That was…the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

Ryder moved, and the motion of the mattress stilled. Without a word, he began removing the cuff on her wrist and then her ankle. She’d been spread eagle so long her muscles ached as she slowly brought them closer to the center of the bed.

She sensed something was wrong, but didn’t know what. “Sir, are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

He had moved to start releasing her right ankle now. His tone had changed. What had happened? She couldn’t wait for him to remove the final restraint and the blindfold. She began shaking, possibly from the cold wet sheet against her body, perhaps from his very real withdrawal.

What happened?





Chapter Seventeen





Ryder removed the last of the wrist cuffs. Her explosive response had shaken him to his core. What the f*ck was he doing giving her an orgasm like that? He’d just taken this relationship into an area he’d sworn he wouldn’t.

Could he then say goodbye in a couple days when she left?

No f*cking clue.

He lifted the blindfold from her eyes.

She blinked several times before zeroing in on him. Worry wrinkled her brow, and he bent to kiss the furrows away.

He smiled, but avoided making eye contact again. This woman was too perceptive for his own good.

“What’s wrong, Ryder? Did I do something wrong?”

Fuck.

“Nothing’s wrong, Baby. You came undone beautifully for me. Now, let’s get you out of that wet spot.” He’d stretched her to the limit by prolonging her release.

Her face flushed, and he helped her to sit up and then maneuver onto her feet. When her knees buckled from the position she’d been in, he scooped her into his arms.

“Why don’t you sleep in my bed tonight?”

She reached up and stroked his cheek, smiling again. “Are you sure?”

To be sure she hadn’t misunderstood, he added, “I’ll take the couch.”

“Oh.” Her obvious disappointment told him she had expected him to join her. Hell, he was in deep enough without adding sleeping together to his list of sins.

“We need to talk about what happened tonight. But would you like to get dressed first?”

She bit the inside of her lower lip and nodded.

“Think you can stand on your own now?”

Once again she nodded, but didn’t say anything. He lowered her feet to the floor near her dresser and watched as she opened the drawer and pulled out a silky looking nightie.

“I’m going to shower first.”

“Fine. Meet me in the living room when you’re dressed.” He looked at her choice of gowns again. “It’s chilly tonight. You might want to wear something…warmer.”

She shook her head and padded off to the bathroom. He walked into the living room where the blanket he’d wrapped her in last night laid folded on the armrest of the couch. Shaking it out, he placed it next to him and sat while waiting for her.

He sure could use a stiff drink tonight, but wouldn’t add getting buzzed to the list of things he’d done wrong around this girl. Her footsteps alerted him to her presence, and he turned to watch her walk into the room, the nightgown clinging to her body and only reaching her upper thighs. Actually, he could see her panties because she’d lifted her arms to towel dry her hair.

“My hair is going to be so frizzy tomorrow.”

When she hesitated about where to sit, he held his arm out to her and drew her onto his lap.

“Aftercare?”

“Yeah. We covered a lot of ground tonight. How did you feel about the various sensations I introduced you to?”

“Loved the first one.”

“An ostrich feather.”

“Oh, that’s exactly what I thought. But I hated the ice or whatever that cold thing was.”

“I probably shouldn’t have placed it right on your clit like that without any warm-up, so to speak.”

“I can’t imagine anywhere it would feel good.”

“You might enjoy having ice rubbed on your nipples sometime.”

She plucked at the lapel of his leather vest. “Hmmm. Maybe we can try that tomorrow night.”

He tried to tell himself this was for the best for her, but he still wanted to kick himself in the ass for saying it.