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Lori giggled. He had a way of disarming her that she was finding increasingly difficult to resist.
“That’s better. Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen.”
“Really? That’s kind of disappointing. I’m all but naked and you still have your pants on. I was kind of hoping to get to see whether it's boxers or briefs,” she said, hoping her insecurity about her own body in the face of masculine perfection hadn’t just ruined her chances at what would probably have been the best sex of her life.
“I want you to roll on your side, facing away from me.” Reluctantly she did so. Ryker spooned against her, his arm draping across her waist and coming up to massage and play with her full breasts. “I need you to listen to me. I need you to hear me. Really hear me.”
She was glad she was turned away so he couldn’t see her bottom lip starting to tremble.
“You are gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. That’s not just a line. That’s the honest to God truth. You are sexy as hell. Can’t you see it? Don’t you see the way people look at you?”
“You mean the way they stare at me? You know, the curvy teacher who thinks she’s a writer?”
“You are a writer, and a damn good one. Stare. Look. It’s the same thing and it doesn’t matter. You stop traffic. When you walk through a crowd, they part and then watch you as you walk past. Guys stare at that gorgeous ass and wish they could run their hands down it.”
“They do not.”
“They do, too. I’m a guy. Trust me, I know. And tonight at the party, every single time one of them thought about it, I wanted to punch them in the nose.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Those full lips of yours distract me every time I see you. I have to force myself to pay attention because all I can think is how good they’ll look and feel around my cock.”
Lori wasn’t absolutely certain, but she was pretty damn sure he could talk her to an orgasm. Feeling a bit braver, she took her hand, placed it on his and guided it down to her mound, provoking that sexy chuckle.
He rubbed it gently. “Your skin is so soft, and you’re all bare. Naughty girl. I thought it was romance writers who were all about the sexy. Most mystery writers I’ve seen make me think of a woman in a slouchy sweater with lots of cats.”
“Hey, I have lots of slouchy sweaters I write in.”
“As long as that’s the only thing you have on, I’ll like them just fine.”
He rolled her onto her back as he slipped his hand between her legs. Lori couldn’t hold back the sigh that escaped from her lips.
“That’s better,” he crooned as his finger slipped under the elastic of her lace panties.
Kissing her briefly, he rolled over, covering her body with his for the briefest moment before making a place between her legs, kissing and nibbling his way down her torso from the hollow of her throat toward the juncture of her thighs. He stopped for a moment to pay homage to her stiffened nipples, laving them with his tongue, before sucking a pebbled peak into his mouth and then giving it the tiniest nip with the edge of his teeth.
Her hips undulated against him of their own accord. “Hmm, you like that. Good to know,” he said as he continued to explore her curves, working his way down to her swollen nub which he treated with the same attention and affection he’d shown her nipples. “These are in the way.” The words had no more than left his mouth when he removed her panties. “Better.”
Lori’s breathing grew heavier and more erratic as he kissed the inside of her thighs before moving back up to swirl his tongue around her clit and pressing a single finger up into her wet heat. She grasped the bedclothes and groaned, trying to hold back the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm her. It had been a long time since she’d had sex with a partner and Ryker McKay was no run-of-the-mill partner. He seemed to know his way around a woman’s body.
He slid up her body, his hands gliding up her curves until they found her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, tugging gently at them before giving them a sharper pinch. There was the briefest sensation of discomfort that quickly melted into one of pure arousal and need. He lowered his head to one while using his hand on the other. The man could multitask with the best of them.
“You like that?”
What, was he an idiot? Of course I liked it. But instead of saying what she was thinking, she said, “Yes,” with a sense of urgency.
He gently bit her nipple before soothing it with his tongue. His hand left her breasts and landed back between her legs. This time, he gently slid two fingers up inside her, scissoring them as he continued to suckle at her breast.
“So wet,” he mumbled.
Lori moved her hips in rhythm to his fingers moving in and out of her. Her moan was merely an accompaniment to the symphony he was playing on her body. It was all she could do not to cry out in protest when he rolled off the bed, standing to unbuckle the belt at his waist. Staring into her eyes, he unfastened the fly to his tuxedo trousers, slowly stripping them and his briefs down to reveal his muscular thighs and the most amazing cock she’d ever seen. It was long, hard, and looked like it almost reached his navel, pointing almost straight up between those sexy hip notches that some really cut men had.
Laying back down beside her, he asked in a raspy voice. “Do you want me, Lori? Do you want me to cover you with my body and thrust my cock up inside your soft, wet pussy?”
Dirty talk had never done much for her before, but it seemed the man knew her better than she knew herself and knew all the right things to say.
There was only one answer. “Yes, please.”
“That’s my girl.”
Covering her again, he made a place for himself, settling between her thighs as if they had done this a million times or more. His cock was lined up perfectly and he moved up into her with power and precision, catching her off guard. He was large enough that his fullness almost overwhelmed her and made her come. She clutched at his powerful biceps.
