Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5)(72)

“My husband is a romantic.”

“Your husband is horny. Turn around and strip for me, woman.”

She grinned, eager to oblige without his caveman immitation. God, she was going to enjoy every minute in this room with Ryder. There probably wouldn’t be a lot of sleeping going on, though.

Imagining some sexy music she began gyrating her hips and lifted her hands to her hair. She splayed her fingers and shook her hair loose from the twist he’d made. He inhaled deeply.

“I love your scent.”

“Thank you. It’s the red osmanthus flower probably—rather exotic for us Westerners. Or perhaps the vanilla rum.”

The thought of showering with him and having his hands lathering her breasts with her body gel, Forever Red, led to even more fantasies. She already had enough to last them thirty years, give or take—assuming they only had sex once a day, every day.

Somehow she didn’t expect them to be that sedate, for the first decade, at least.

A smack on her butt reminded her that he’d asked her to strip for him. She smiled. They weren’t in a kink scene, but the man was forceful anyway. She turned and smiled as she grabbed the sides of her dress and pulled the hem of her dress up, let it fall, then repeated several times, each time pulling it up higher, and letting it fall, but never as far as the previous time. When she gave him a peek of her garters, his penis rammed against his fly. Emboldened, she turned her back to him once more and let the hem of the skirt ride up over her hips.

“Holy f*ck!”

She grinned. “Like what you see, Marine?”

She’d worn only a G-string with her garter belt, anticipating his reaction when he first saw her out of her dress. Turning again to savor the moment, she saw him rushing to remove his trousers before he’d taken off his shoes. She giggled and pulled her dress over her head and tossed it into a chair, equally impatient.

The sight of the bulge in his boxers gave her a mixture of excitement and nervousness. What if she didn’t do it right? Despite all the books she’d read, none of those scenes came to her now. What should she do?

Help him, of course!

“Sir, would you like me to remove your shoes?”

Even though they weren’t doing kink tonight, she found comfort in taking the role of submissive. When she became uncertain, he would guide her with his instructions.

Ryder sat down on the chest at the foot of the bed, his trousers at his ankles. She knelt at his feet and untied his shoes and removed them, then his socks. Finally he lifted both feet, and she removed his pants. She studiously avoided his erection and stood to drape his trousers over the back of the chair much more carefully than she had dispensed with her dress.

Her focus now was on one thing—the bulge in his white boxers. She knelt in front of him once more and reached out to stroke his hardness through his underwear. For the first time, she became a little worried if he would fit inside her. Her toys weren’t nearly this big. Most of her insertable vibes were barely an inch in diameter. Ryder? Oh, God.

Her hand shook from a mixture of excitement and nervousness, and Ryder grasped both of them and pulled her onto his lap.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

His enormous erection pressed against the crack of her butt, and no words would come. Ryder cupped her chin and directed her gaze to him. “Afraid I might not fit?”

She nodded.

He grinned. “We’re going to take it slowly—and I’m going to use lube to make it as easy as I can on your first time. Remember, there’s no rush. We have nothing planned for two weeks except for getting to know each other. Anytime you want me to stop, you just say red, same as in our kink scenes.”

“Or yellow if I want you to slow down?”

He pinched her nipple through her bustier, and she lost her train of thought. “You might have to be more specific. In kink, yellow means to stop and talk things out. So if you mean slow down as far as how fast I’m…making love to you, that would require a very different response.”

She grinned and relaxed a little. “I can see that might be confusing if we have yellow mean different things at different times. I’ll just ask you to slow down if I need you to.”

“That should work.” His hand cupped her breast. “Jesus, you are so sexy, Baby. And I’m the only man who will ever get to enjoy you.”

She leaned against his shoulder and gave him better access for enjoying her breasts. He ran his callused thumb over the rim of her bustier, and gooseflesh popped up in his wake. Heat rose from her upper chest into her face. Why did she blush so easily? It only accentuated the fact she was inexperienced.

Megan drew a deep breath and prayed he would let her finish stripping soon so he could touch her skin to skin. When he didn’t, she reached up and pulled the cups down below her breasts.

“I like when you touch me there.”

“Well, I can see we’re already working with a cooperative spirit, because I sure as hell love touching you there.” He pinched her nipple, and she gasped, feeling a tension in her groin that made her wish he was touching her there, too.

“Why don’t I finish undressing?”

“I’d like that, but first, just a nibble.” He lowered his mouth to her nipple and latched on while she grabbed his head to make sure he didn’t stop until she was ready. His tongue flicked against her, and she couldn’t contain her response.