Only with Ryan had she ever felt free enough to speak her sexual mind.
But as he placed her on her feet, feeling the plush carpet between her toes, she stood straighter, met his eyes, and felt confidence flood her system when he canted his head in that sexy way that made her belly clench.
He gave grunts when she pulled at his belt, when she unzipped his jeans, and when she told him to get rid of the shirt.
Bit by bit, Ryan’s carved body was exposed.
It was the first time she had seen the inked artwork decorating parts of his body, and the sight only made him even more utterly attractive. She ran her fingers lightly over the washboard stomach.
Lisa exercised, but she wasn’t at this level of shape. In contrast to his muscular physique, she had soft parts and wobbly parts. Still, when she told him to help her out of her clothes, his hands worshipped her with forbidden touches over her stomach, her breasts, and then lower, making Lisa feel more sexually attractive than she’d ever felt before.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he told her.
Whenever Lisa received a compliment, her default response was, “Oh, I have to lose weight.” Or “I wish I had a smaller backside.” But that didn’t happen in that moment as Ryan scraped his fierce eyes up and down her nude body. She preened under his compliment and leaned into his chest with her two hands braced.
“Stay right here.”
He frowned but remained rooted to the spot while she crawled across his bed.
“Lisa.” He growled animalistically, and she turned her head to see his gaze locked onto the space between her legs.
Once more, there was no embarrassment, only debauched excitement. Settling into place against the pillows, she let herself breathe in the moment, not rush, as she watched him.
He was already hard.
And if she’d never slept with him previously, Lisa would have been scared to face all those inches. Ryan not only had the length but also the girth. He was a book boyfriend who’d prowled out of the pages. As she’d once thought, he swaggered like he were carrying some weight between his legs… and looking at it now, yeah, the thing was monstrous.
Her lips curled at the edges, seeing his stance as if he meant business. Lisa let her knees drop open, and the groan that came from him was a jolt to her ego.
“We’ve gotta talk about that snug spot between your legs and how perfectly I’m gonna fit there again. It still and always has been my place, hasn’t it, goddess? I own the real estate there.”
His words pulsed through her like fire.
“Tell me what you need, and it’s yours. It’s my pleasure to make sure you have it. But please tell me I can fit into my place right now. I’mdying.”
Goddess.
He’d exclusively used that name during their lovemaking sessions. In bed, in the car, and in her tiny apartment. And there was that one time in a diner bathroom.
She’d been so daring and horny with him ten years ago. She’d absolutely lost her head over Ryan and was doing it again.Eagerly.
“Come here to me.” She held out a hand, and Ryan came up onto his bed and didn’t stop crawling until he was lying between her open legs.
They groaned together as body parts brushed.
“Kiss me,” she demanded, and his gray eyes flashed with desire before he lunged for her mouth, groaning her name.
The next kiss from Ryan was so incredibly perfect, tasty, and sexy that she leaned forward, clutching his wide shoulders. Oh, God, she was in way over her head, but nothing on earth could stop her from taking what she ached for.
And that was Ryan, in every position her fertile mind could conjure.
He was a raw, unvarnished biker, and each starved kiss served to prove how illogically right Ryan was for her. With a pleading groan of her name, he tore his mouth away, but immediately plunged back in.
He kissed her like he wanted nothing else in this world.
His hunger was palpable; she could taste it and feel its tremors in her own body. Oh, she loved his pleading tones, how sexy he sounded, and that’s when Lisa used both hands to push him away.
His eyes were dark disks, hot and full of passion. He let his head hang low, looking at her through his too-long lashes, breathing through his bared teeth.
