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“Try me.”

I held his gaze in an attempt to decipher if he was serious. I decided he was—deadly serious. Instead of being smart and ending this insane back-and-forth that had clearly gotten out of hand and needed to end, I raised a brow in challenge.

“You’re sure this is how you wanna play it?”

“Are you sure you’re up for the—”

I didn’t get out the rest of my taunt before he leaned over the center console, used his left hand to hook me around the back of the neck, and brought us nose-to-nose. This wasn’t the first or even the hundredth time I’d admired his rich, dark-bourbon irises. But it was the first time I noticed the gold flecks. And he had really long eyelashes. And right then his eyes were smoldering—not just ablaze. We’re talking a three-alarm-fire smolder. Not to mention, his lips were right there.

Right. There.

Finally.

Just a hair’s breadth.

I leaned closer.

“You have no idea how close you are to getting fucked in the driveaway of my house.”

I’d never had car sex. Thankfully, I didn’t tell him that.

“Is that a threat?”

“Christ.”

Then he was no longer close. As a matter of fact, he was out of the truck completely, leaving me to replay the last few moments. Though I’d barely gotten to the part about getting fucked in his driveway when he opened my door. Ryan reached in to unbuckle the seat belt. It snapped free, then he yanked me out of the truck and set me on my feet.

I was still off balance when his lips gently brushed over mine on their way to my ear. “You talk a big game, baby,” he rasped, his voice full of arousal. “Time to pay up.”

Chapter Nine

Ryan didn’t carry me into his house—he dragged me to it.

In the space of a heartbeat, we were inside.

A nanosecond later, my back hit the wall. Ryan’s big, tall, muscled frame pinned me in place and my skirt was around my waist. All of this so hot, my mind was playing catch-up, though my body was not. My sex begged to be filled, my breasts ached, my clit throbbed.

“Panties off,” he ordered.

My pussy drenched and contracted as I scrabbled to do his bidding. Once I was free of my panties, Ryan’s hands went to my ass and he hefted me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips, locked my ankles, my arms went around his shoulders, his mouth hit mine, and I held on for the ride. And what a ride it was. From the first swipe of Ryan’s tongue, he controlled the kiss. I had no choice but to follow, which was good, seeing as he was a master. So good, in fact, his tongue had magical powers. The taste of him carried me to a place where my troubles didn’t exist. The universe was filled with rainbows and fireworks and the promise of endless bounty.

His kiss wasn’t hungry, it wasn’t unrestrained lust. It was barbaric. Pillaging at its finest. Plundering and breath stealing.

It was everything and yet not enough.

My hips rocked desperately, needing friction. Ryan answered my silent request, sliding one hand around between us. A moment later his fly was open, and his jeans were shoved down. If my eyes weren’t closed, they would’ve rolled back into my head, never to be functional again, when I felt the hot, smooth, crown of his dick bump my clit.

I groaned down his throat. He growled down mine.

My excitement coated his shaft as I shamelessly rocked harder.

It was my turn to growl when he broke the kiss. With effort, I dragged my lids open, and I was no longer disappointed he was depriving me of the best kiss of my life. Not when my eyes locked with his and I was hit with a supernova of unbridled, raw need.

“You like that, baby?” he rasped, and smacked my clit with the broad head of his cock again, this time harder than before.

My answer was in the form of a moan.

I bucked my hips, wanting more.