Page 77 of Her Wild Warrior

“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.

He moved his hands and brought his head down. She cried out as his tongue touched her nipple. He felt her shudder at the impact of his tongue on her warm flesh. Amy caught fire in his arms. Ryker was in heaven that she was burning so bright and so fast. He looked down at her face and saw her biting her lip, her face suffused with passion.

It was clear to him what she needed. He continued to taste the sublime texture of her nipple, licking, savoring, and then he took the brown rose nub into his mouth. She arched up with a sigh. He continued to hold her breast to his lips while his other hand began a languid journey down her torso, unbuttoning her black slacks, then unzipping them.

He had to let go of her to divest her of her trousers and socks, which left her in just her small black panties. He traced the gusset and he could feel how damp they were.

Yeah, Amy was with him every step of the way.

“Take off your clothes, Ryker. All of them this time.”

“I put a ring on your finger and you become a demanding little thing, don’t you?”

“Shut up, Ryker, and strip.”

Ryker damn near ripped off his clothes, and he thought he would have a heart attack when Amy sat up and gently wrapped her fist around his cock. “You feel so good,” she crooned.