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“That was all me.”
“I’m painfully aware.”
His hand moved to my hip, thumb tracing the bare skin beneath my shirt. “Fuck, mami. You look fine as fuck with these curves.”
The words emptied my lungs.
Ryan’s fingers slid around me and filled themselves with my ass. He dragged me firmly against the hard length beneath his shorts, his mouth lowering beside my ear.
“Este culo es el puto cielo. Quiero morderlo.”
My thighs weakened. “I understood that.”
“I know.”
“You want to bite my ass?”
“I’ve been thinking about it since breakfast.”
“That’s inappropriate team leadership.”
“I’m willing to resign.”
His hand kneaded the fuller curve while he watched the effect move through me. There was no hesitation in his touch, no sign that the body I’d fought so hard to accept was anything other than the one he wanted.
I leaned close and pressed my mouth to the spot beneath his ear and Ryan went completely still. I remembered discovering that place in his apartment, the way his body had tightened beneath mine and the low sound he’d made before taking control. Fifteen months hadn’t changed it.
I kissed it again, allowing my tongue to trace the edge of the tattoo traveling along his neck.
His fingers bit into my ass. “No hagas eso si no quieres que te meta la mano debajo de esos shorts.”
A shiver moved through me. “Maybe I do.”
“Charm.”
I sucked lightly against the same spot.
Ryan’s control snapped.
He caught the back of my neck and covered my mouth with his. The kiss drove me into the hedge, hungry and rough enough to shake the leaves around my shoulders. I gripped his shirt while his other hand moved beneath the hem and closed around my bare ass.
“Ryan.”
“Mierda, mami. Me estás volviendo loco.”
His teeth caught my bottom lip before his mouth moved along my jaw. I tilted my head, giving him my neck as he knew I would, a surrender that was also a demand for more.
His hand slid higher beneath my shorts, the calloused pads of his fingers tracing the back of my thigh. They didn’t stop at the curve of my ass. They continued until they found the damp lace edge of my panties.
Ryan swore against my throat. “Fucking hell.”
His fingers slipped past the barrier and found the slick heat of my pussy from behind. The sudden touch made my knees buckle. I tightened my grip on his shirt as he held me upright with his body.
“You’re soaked,” he growled against my ear.
The words carried satisfaction instead of surprise. Ryan knew exactly what he did to me, and the hand inside my shorts made it clear how thoroughly he intended to use that knowledge.
One finger moved through my wetness in a slow, deliberate stroke that stole my breath. He did it again, firmer this time, circling my clit before pushing just inside.
