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“Fuck baby steps,” he rasped against her mouth, then snagged her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging slightly and bringing her in for the hottest kiss she’d ever had.
She parted her lips on a gasp, and he plunged his tongue inside, as though taking a deep taste of her. He pressed her against the wall, tunneled his hands in her hair, and used his knee to kick her thighs apart so that he could take up the space between them.
“What are you doing to me?” he growled against her lips before diving in for more.
She arched her back, rubbed her breasts against his chest, and opened her legs wider to accommodate his larger frame. He surrounded her with his arms, could easily crush her if he wanted. Instead, he brought her close to him, eating her up with a powerful combination of strength and self-control. Not gentle, but not forceful. Just pure, raw lust.
And she wanted to feel all of it.
“Looks like I’m tapping into your wild side,” she whispered between kisses.
She caught flashes of his massive biceps straining against that poor shirt that struggled to contain them. She gripped the collar of his shirt in her fist, then yanked and brought him close, crashing his lips even further into hers. He groaned and, with a flex of his hips, ground against her.
He broke away, breathing hard. He glanced around quickly—as far as she could see, no one was paying them any attention—then without warning, he hoisted her up.
A sharp laugh broke from her as she locked her legs around his waist. He carried her with ease, like she weighed no more than a doll, and bounded toward a single door at the far end of the hallway. With her balanced in one arm, he opened the door and walked them into a dark supply closet. He shut the door behind them, all the while keeping her locked around him, and sank to his knees.
“I can’t see you,” she said. It was too dark, and that was a shame, because Ryder was a delectable sight.
“Your eyes will adjust, and don’t worry about seeing. I’ve got you.”
Her back was against the wall and Ryder against her front. Staying on his knees, he coaxed her to stand. She kept her hands on his face as she did so.
What must it look like to have a man like Ryder kneeling before her? A strange power flooded her. This strong man had chosen to stay kneeling while she rose to her feet.
He unfastened her shorts,
then slid them down her thighs and off. The sound of the denim falling and the metal button hitting the ground with a clink made her heart pick up.
His big finger traced the line of her panties. “Lace?” he asked.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He continued to trail his finger around the band. “What color?”
“Red.”
What sounded like an approving growl broke from his chest as he worked those off of her next.
“I do wish I could see your face,” he said, and hooked her left leg over his shoulder. “Especially when…”
She gasped when his tongue slid along her folds. Her hands flew to the top of his head, and she closed her fists in his thick hair.
“Mmmm,” he moaned against her, sending shivers from her center to her spine. “Should have known you tasted sweet everywhere.” He delivered another long lick from her opening to her clit, and her head lolled back, thumping against the wall behind her. “Like sugar and spice. My own personal candy shop.”
He thrust his tongue inside, and she lost her mind and the ability to breathe. Gone was every other moment or thought beyond Ryder—the strong, sexy man she couldn’t see but wanted to keep tight against her.
She pushed her hips out to meet him. Wanting more. Blindly holding on to him as he delivered wicked kisses to her body.
“You like it deep, sweetness?” he asked.
Her eyes popped open, not that it made a difference since it was pitch black. But she realized she’d been grabbing his hair and throwing her hips into his tongue as if trying to ride him.
“Yes,” she admitted, and she was ready to follow up with an apology for being too rough or demanding, but Ryder spoke first.
“Good,” he growled. He pushed her further against the wall, tossed her other leg over his shoulder, and brought her center flush against his mouth. He was so strong, holding her with his big hands splayed under her ass and the wall for leverage. “Open yourself up for me so I can give it to you deep, the way you like it.”
She’d never felt so tiny or malleable before. He held her like she was nothing more than a delicious drink he was preparing to consume. She reached down and, using two fingers, opened her folds. His mouth was right there to greet her. He buried his entire face between her thighs.
