He backed her up until her ass hit the counter and in one quick move, lifted her by her waist onto it. She was sitting on the edge, her legs spread around him, his hardness against her impossible to hide with his thin athletic shorts. His hands roamed the curves of her body as his mouth began to leave a trail of kisses on her jaw and down her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair as he nipped at the curve of her neck, sending more waves of pleasure through her. It reminded her of watching him get out of the lake.
"I saw you this morning."
Her voice sounded different, rough and dark and needy. She could feel him stop what he was doing for a moment, his breath heavy and warm against her skin.
"This morning?"
"I saw you climb out of the lake this morning with nothing on."
Ryan pulled away for a moment and looked her in the eyes with a bit of apprehension on his face. "Did you like what you saw?"
Lucy could only nod. She wanted to tell him that he was gorgeous and the way the water dripped down his skin made her think things she never thought about him before. But she couldn't say any of it. She was too flustered, her breath too labored, her mind spinning too much to make those words coherent.
He ran his fingers along her neck, then tucked a bit of her wild hair behind her ear. "I had to cool off after thinking about you."
"Why were you thinking about me?"
He gave her a weak smile and then pulled her hand close to his lips. "I ate your last sprinkled donut. I had to lick the icing off my fingers and it made think things I shouldn't have thought about you."
Ryan kissed the top of her hand, his lips lingering on her skin.
"What things?"
He gently let go of her hand, giving her an apprehensive look, and she had to will herself to stare back at him. He put a hand on each side of her on the counter to steady himself.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "If I tell you what I wanted to do with you this morning, I won't be able to stop myself from actually doing it to you now."
Lucy understood. Once he told her what his fantasies of her were, he would want to act on them. But she wanted him to do that. She couldn't really explain what had happened between them the past few days. She didn't know what had changed. But she wanted to hear him say it because she wanted him to follow through. He was getting her wound up, tighter and tighter, and she needed him to finish what he had started.
"Ryan." He stared at her with a look of apprehension and anticipation. "Tell me."
He dropped his head into the crook of her neck. "You're playing with fire, Lucy. Please don't say it if you don't mean it."
She pushed herself to the edge of the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer to her. "Tell me, Ryan."
Lucy gently moved her hips against his crotch, making him moan in her ear. Then something in him changed. She could feel the electricity of his body begin to surge, and she reached up to grab his hard biceps to ground herself in his space and feel more of him. He began to kiss on her neck and his free hand skimmed over her body until it got to her shoulder and paused.
"I was thinking about your long dark hair and what it would look like draped over your naked breasts."
His fingers traced over her skin until he found the tie on the spaghetti strap of her sundress and he pulled on it. Then he gently pushed the top down, exposing her breast, and pulled it into his mouth. She couldn't hold in the moan that escaped from her, arching her back as his hand reached behind her to pull her closer to him, his tongue warm and wet against her. His hand began to untie the other strap on her dress before reaching down and cradling her other breast in his deft fingers.
"What else were you thinking about?"
She could feel him growl against her skin, almost as if he was frustrated that she was distracting him from his current work. But he pulled away to look at her, his eyes dark with desire and need.
"I was thinking about what it would feel like to have you lick that donut icing off of my finger."
Without looking away from his eyes, she grabbed his hand and gently pulled it to her mouth, sucking his finger in as she swirled her tongue around it. His eyes rolled back with pleasure and he swayed a bit on his feet.
"That's so good," he muttered. "You have to stop that."
She pulled away slowly. "You want me to stop?"
His other hand hit the counter hard as he tried to steady himself. "If you keep doing that, you're going to make me come in my shorts."
