Page 196 of Power Play

“No woman has seen me like this.”

Her brows drew together. “You mean shirtless?”

I shook my head and stepped between her knees. “I mean knowing what you’re looking at.”

Taking her hand, I pressed it over Juanita’s name. “This version of me.”

She reached for me, but I caught her wrist. “My turn.”

I pulled the hoodie over her head slowly, letting my knuckles graze the soft skin of her stomach and ribs. She shivered beneath my hands. I unhooked her bra and let it fall before lowering myself to my knees in front of her.

My hands settled at the waist of her leggings. I looked up at her as I kissed the skin below her belly button, and her breath hitched when I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and panties. I peeled them down her legs together, leaving her naked and trembling in front of me.

I sat back on my heels and let myself look. The sight of her pale skin, rose-blonde hair, and slim, tight stomach seared itself into my head.

“Puta madre,” I breathed. “You’re even more beautiful than I dreamed.”

Before she could respond, I leaned forward and pressed an openmouthed kiss against the delicate skin of her inner thigh. She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair as I kissed higher until my mouth found her pussy.

Her cry filled the room as her knees buckled. I caught her with one arm around her thighs and my other hand splayed against her back, holding her upright while I buried my face between her legs.

I didn’t tease or play. I feasted.

My tongue moved over her, flat and firm, tracing the shape of her before finding her clit. I sucked it into my mouth and flicked it with ruthless precision.

“Ryan!”

Her cry broke into a sob as her hips bucked against my face. I held her tighter, drinking her in while the taste of her arousal drove me wild. Sliding two fingers inside her, I curled them until I found the spot that made her scream. I worked her with my mouth and hand, relentless and driven by the memory of her translating my filthy promise and my need to prove every word of it.

She came apart quickly and violently, her orgasm tearing through her with a ragged shout. Her body clenched around my fingers as her taste flooded my mouth. I rode her through it, gentling my touch only when she went limp and shuddering, supported entirely by my arms.

I stood, lifted her effortlessly, and laid her in the center of my bed. She watched me through dazed eyes while I stripped off my jeans and boxers. My cock sprang free, thick and achingly hard.

Her eyes widened. A flicker of her old apprehension moved through them, but beneath it burned a heat and willingness that matched my own.

I yanked open the nightstand drawer and pulled a condom from the pack. After tearing open the foil with my teeth, I rolled it down my shaft and stroked myself while she watched. We had crossed so many lines tonight that the barrier felt like a fucking mood killer, but it was what it was.

I crawled over her and braced myself on my forearms, caging her beneath me until our faces were inches apart.

“Last chance,” I said, my voice rough as gravel. “Tell me no or tell me to stop, and I will. I’ll hold you all night and want you just as much tomorrow.”

She reached up and cupped my jaw, her thumb tracing my lower lip. Her eyes remained clear and certain when she answered.

“Yes.”

That single word was my undoing.

I positioned myself at her entrance. She was still slick from my mouth and her climax, but she was so fucking tight that I pushed inside slowly, giving her an inch and then another while her body adjusted to the stretch and burn.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and a soft whimper escaped her lips. I kept going until I was buried to the hilt and our bodies were fused. Holding myself there, I shook with the effort of controlling what I wanted to do to her while my forehead pressed against hers.

“Look at me,” I commanded, my voice strained.

Her eyes opened. Pleasure glazed them, along with a hint of pain, but she held my gaze.

“This is what I wanted,” I gritted out as I began to move, withdrawing slowly before driving even deeper. “On the bus, in that hotel shower, and every fucking second between. I wanted this. I wanted you taking all of me.”

I found a rhythm that wasn’t frantic, but powerful and deliberate. Each deep stroke drove home the truth of how badly I had ached for her.