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“Eyes up here, sheriff.” I smile, his eyes watching the curve of my red lips as I take the last step. My hand reaches out to rest on his chest. “You look good,” I whisper, taking in his freshly shaven face. I love that I can smooth my hand over his jaw and feel every sharp plain and masculine line.
“You’re beautiful.” His smooth voice covers me in a blanket of warmth, and I lift up on my toes to kiss the corner of his mouth, careful not to give him a full kiss yet.
“Let’s go, I’m hungry,” I tell him, watching his eyes darken. “Starving, actually.”
“Me, too,” he rasps, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. “But not for dinner.”
His mouth captures mine in a kiss that holds so many promises, so much weight.
Pushing him away, I suck in ragged breaths. “Ryan, I had a whole plan. Don’t ruin it.”
He flashes me a wicked smile. “Oh, I know you did, sweetheart. That’s why I’m going to give you exactly what you want. What I want.”
Picking me up, Ryan takes the stairs two at a time, and stalks down the hall, kicking open the door of the room he’d first given me when I was brought here.
Tossing me on the bed, I bounce once, and crawl back until I hit the pillows. But Ryan shakes his head and grabs my ankle, dragging me back down the bed.
Pulling my boots off, he drops them onto the floor and traces a single finger up my left leg, his touch practically burning my tights, clearing a path.
Unzipping the side of my skirt slowly, he tugs it down, tossing it aside. I sit up, and he grips the hem of my sweater, pulling it up and off of me, leaving me in only my leather and lace black bra and tights, my hair spilling out all around me.
The look in his eyes is pure need. Pure desire. And my body melts at just that single look.
Walking around to the bedside table, Ryan pulls out a pair of cuffs.
Biting my lip, I lift my hands above my head and grip the bars, my eyes pleading with him, needing him. But he shakes his head, turning his finger in the air.
“Turn over,” he commands.
When I don’t comply right away, he grabs my ankles and flips me onto my stomach. Gripping my hips, he lifts them in the air, and runs the cold metal up the length of my back.
Taking my left hand, he clamps the cuff around my wrist and then feeds it through the bars of the bedframe and clamps it closed around my other wrist.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs in my ear, trailing hot kisses down my spine.
Slowly, Ryan peels my tights down my legs, his mouth planting open-mouthed kisses as he goes. I squirm beneath him, but he keeps going until he’s removed the thin layer separating him from all of me.
Sliding his hands up the back of my thighs, he grips my ass, each hand getting their fill.
He groans, his finger running under the lace waistband of my thong. “I love seeing you like this. Mine for the taking.”
“Yes,” I moan out, turning my head to the side to see him.
He runs his finger over my right cheek, and up the lace covered slit between my thighs.
“Already so wet for me.”
“Always,” I moan again, trying to close my legs on his hand, but he just chuckles behind me. Gripping my inner thighs, he pulls them as far apart as they go.
I hear the buckle of his belt releasing, and the sound of his zipper sliding down sends a chill through me. Ryan sees it. He knows what he does to me.
His clothes hit the floor, and the mattress dips as he places a knee on the bed. Gripping the lace between my thighs, he pulls, tearing it from my body, exposing what’s his. But he doesn’t touch me yet.
He runs his hands over my ass and up my back, coming around to grip my breasts through my bra. Pulling the cups down, he rolls my hard nipples between his fingers, and my back arches, my head falling to the side, moaning.
His knee pushes my legs apart again, and I feel him there, the blunt head of his thick cock at my entrance.
“I can’t be gentle anymore, sweetheart.”
