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Ryker felt his blood begin to boil, but he had some suspicions from their make-out sessions, and he wanted to take tonight slow. Amy squirmed on his lap and Ryker broke the kiss, resting his forehead on hers, trying to get his body back under control.
“Why are you stopping?” she asked.
“I want to touch you more, so I was just gearing up and making sure I could keep myself under control,” he admitted rawly.
“Doesn’t that defeat the whole purpose? Aren’t you supposed to be out of control?”
“Amy, honey, I might be wrong about this, but I don’t think I am. I think I’m the one bringing the most experience into that bed in there, would you agree with that statement?”
She ducked her head and started fiddling with the hem of his Henley t-shirt. “Yeah.”
“As a matter of fact, I’m thinking that what you have in the way of experience is close to none, am I kind of right?”
No sound from her this time, just a little nod.
“Therefore, I want to do this right.”
Her head shot up, and if he didn’t have such quick reflexes, it would have hit his chin and then he’d be really hurting. “You always do things right. Anytime we’ve ever kissed or touched or anything has felt so right to me. You’re perfect, Ryker.”
He gave her a crooked smile.
“That’s the nicest performance evaluation I’ve ever received.”
“It’s true.”
His knuckles brushed her skin as he began unbuttoning her blouse. His hands slipped the cotton off her shoulders and he trailed kisses across her collarbone. She reached to unfasten the front clasp of her bra, but he stopped her.
“Before you bare your beautiful breasts and I lose my mind. Is there anything about tonight that frightens you or makes you feel uncomfortable?”
She looked up at him and glared. “Yes, you stopping at every little point along the way to ask these silly questions, when you know, you damn well know, I’m so damned needy and if we don’t have sex, screw, fuck, make love, or whatever you want to call it in the next ten minutes I will spontaneously combust.”
Ryker’s shoulders began to shake. “I’ve got it.” He lifted them both off the sofa. “Let’s take this on into your bedroom, shall we?”
As he started down the small hallway, she yelled, “Stop!”
“What?”
“Guest room!” she demanded.
“Why?”
“My bed isn’t made and the room is a mess.”
“Do the sheets smell like you and your peachy shampoo?” he asked.
“Probably.”
“Then we’re definitely going to your room.”
He pushed open her bedroom door with his shoulder, then he laid her down on the bed and lifted her up far enough so he could pull off her blouse and bra. He cupped her small, bare breasts and he loved their firmness. Perfection.
“Ahhh.” She cried out softly when his thumbs brushed her nipples and she arched up. Her gaze flashed up to his face, needing reassurance.
“Do you like this?” he asked, even though he knew the answer.
“Yes, I really do.”
He lightly suckled her throat and his thumbs continued to rasp the tips of her breasts. Amy’s eyes drifted closed.
