Sinful Desire (Sinful Nights, #2)(78)

That sound, that primal, thrilling noise raced through her, turning all that strange stretching into something else. Into the start of a whole new world of sensations.

“You feel so f*cking good,” he said. “I wanted you like this for so long. I’ve wanted all of you since I first saw you.” His eyes were squeezed shut as he uttered his dirty praise of her body, and his own primitive need for it. “You. Feel. Amazing.”

And she did.

She felt f*cking amazing.

She rocked into him, letting him fill her, letting him stretch her to the limits. Her skin was hot, and her heart felt feverish as she rode him, her ass gripping his cock as a tidal wave of intensity tore through her veins.

He opened his eyes and blinked. “Wow. Just wow.”

“It’s incredible,” she said, riding him as if she was f*cking him…and she was. She was f*cking her man in a whole new way. She wasn’t bound, she wasn’t tied, and she wasn’t restrained. She was free, and even though she’d happily and greedily be restrained the next time, for this moment, she loved that she could take his dick deep into a new place inside her. That she could explore the far reaches of her fantasies with him.

“You are exquisite,” he murmured, his words tripping back to the compliment he gave her after their first time together. “Every single part of you.”

That.

That second.

That moment.

That ode to all of her.

It was enough.

She combusted. She was a rocket, and she soared. Every nerve ending fired. Every inch of her skin sizzled. Every cell in her brain buzzed.

“That’s why I wanted you on top. I want to touch your * and f*ck your sweet ass at the same time,” he said, taking the reins, thrusting upward as he rubbed. “So I can look at you. All of you.”

She gasped as he seized control. She moaned loudly as he set the pace. She cried out in ecstasy as his fingers worked their delicious magic on her wet, hot, slippery center, coaxing the edge of an orgasm out of her.

Then, sheer and unadulterated pleasure pierced her body. It washed over her like a tsunami. As Ryan thrust harder, and faster, and deeper, he sent her deliriously into a new type of climax, the kind that could be felt in places only he had touched.

He felt like the only lover she’d ever had.

He was the only lover she wanted to have anymore.

She shuddered, trembling in exquisite pleasure.

“Can I come in you?” he asked in a ragged voice.

“Yes,” she shouted. “Please, yes.”

He followed her there. Filling her with his heat. Flooding her with his release. Coming inside her. She collapsed onto his chest, a hot, sweaty, satisfied, elated woman.





Chapter Thirty-One


He cleaned her up.

With a warm, wet washcloth, he erased the remnants of what they’d done, tenderly taking care of her, as she deserved. After gathering the towels and placing them in her hamper, he carried her into the bathroom, then set her feet down in the shower. She was so soft and warm, and he savored the chance to wash her hair—and wash himself out of her hair. He soaped her up, her breasts, her belly, and her bottom. Kneeling down on the floor, he cleaned her legs, then handed her the soap and she finished.

After a quick wash himself, he ran a tub for them. Not too hot, since it was July, and even in her cool home, no one wanted to soak in the heat. When it was full, he scooped her up, and brought her into the marble bath, letting the water soothe her. He wrapped his arms around her, and snuggled her close.

“Does it hurt?”

She shook her head. “No, but it might tomorrow.”

He kissed her forehead.

“But I’ll probably still want to do it again, even if I’m sore,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“That’s my woman,” he said playfully. He tugged her close. “You are my woman. You belong with me.”

“I know,” she said, resting her face in the crook of his neck. “Do you think everyone at the event will know?”

“That I took your ass tonight?”

She nodded, and splashed water on him.

“As long as you walk like normal, only you and I will know I own your body. But everyone will know you’re with me. And that it’s much more than it was when you first asked me to go with you.”

“It’s so much more for me, too,” she said. Then she seemed to remember something. “Am I going to spend the night at your house tomorrow or will you come here again?”

He pulled her closer, loving that she assumed they’d be together. He wanted to be with her. “Stay with me. But I have to leave early on Sunday morning. It’s a visiting day.”

“Ah,” she said. “I’ll leave early, too, and head home, so you can get on the road.” She seemed to drift off in thought for a moment, then she asked, “Do you ever bring her gifts? Can you give her gifts?”

“Only a few things are allowed. She usually just likes company. She likes seeing me, so I go. Why do you ask?”

She screwed up the corner of her lips as if she were deep in thought. “You said she had a dream to make doggie coats. Right?”

“Yeah. She actually gave me a pattern to hold onto,” he said with a light laugh. It was absurd. But it was also very much like his mom. “It has a dog bone design on the back.”