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“Yes,” he growled out, and his palm skated from my hip to my center. I wished there wasn’t a clothing barrier between us. I needed to feel him. Skin to skin.
“I’m yours,” I confessed. “Always have been.”
“Always will be,” he added as if there were any question.
He abruptly spun me around and hooked my arms over his shoulders. “We don’t have time to do everything I’ve been waiting a lifetime to do. But I’ll die if I don’t see you. Taste you.”
My nipples pebbled at his deep, raspy tone. “We wouldn’t want that.”
His hand was already at my waist, prepared to work down the zipper when he angled his head and asked, “May I?”
“Yes,” I cried, desperate for his touch. Whatever restraint he’d had while waiting for my answer snapped, and he crushed his mouth over mine, probably smearing my lipstick. Not that I cared.
He unzipped me and shoved down my skirt while kissing me, and I stepped free from it, leaving on my panties and heels.
I reached for his palm and placed it between my thighs as I’d done in the truck. His finger hooked my satin panties, and I gasped at the contact.
“Fuck, Talia. You’re always so wet for me,” he said against my lips before he startled me by lifting me from the ground.
He walked me over to the bed and set me there, then knelt on the floor, hooked my legs at the knees with his hands, and pulled me to the edge. He ran his finger over the satin, along the line of my sex, but he kept his eyes on mine. I arched my back, resting on my forearms as I watched him touch me without breaking the barrier.
“Torturing me for what I did to you on the phone yesterday, huh?” I breathlessly asked.
“Trust me, this is torture for the both of us.” He adjusted himself with the hand not touching me. “And my patience is paper thin when it comes to you.”
I moaned when he finally brought both hands back to the hem of my panties. I lifted my ass from the bed so he could drag them down, and he slid them to my ankles.
He cocked his head and gently parted my thighs even more, then slowly slid his hands up my legs, his eyes focused on my wet sex.
I was on the verge of orgasming from just the look in his eyes. “Ryan,” I begged, needing his mouth on me.
He leaned in and softly stroked my wet folds with his tongue, kissing my pussy the way he’d kissed my mouth not long ago. A hot, delicious tease that had me lightheaded.
Is this really happening? Watching the sexiest man I’d ever met go down on me, take care of me in such an erotic way was . . . well, I had no words. My mind was blank except for the sheer feeling of pleasure engulfing my senses.
“So beautiful,” he murmured while plunging two fingers inside me, moving his fingers rhythmically with his tongue.
Every part of me tensed as I resisted orgasming so soon. But with my bare ass on the bed, and this sexy man kneeling before me, his mouth on my pussy, I was done for.
I cried out his name not even a minute later, then whispered a string of curses while climaxing.
I grabbed hold of his hard shoulders, bucking against his face, but he didn’t pull back. He held me against his mouth as I rode that orgasm higher than I’d ever been.
He slowly worked his mouth to my inner thigh as I came back down, and set a kiss to the inside of my leg before straightening his posture.
I was panting when our eyes met, and he looked positively lust-drunk. “I can’t let you go to the party with that, um, situation in your pants.”
“The pain of waiting will be worth it, I promise.”
He helped me rise, only to spin me around and squeeze the flesh of my ass cheeks. “You have no idea how badly I want to take you right now. But I won’t have our first time be a quickie,” he growled with barely concealed restraint. And with that, he let go of me as if he didn’t trust himself to touch me any longer without losing control.
Sad it was over but excited for later, I went into the bathroom to clean up and put myself back together again. When I left the en suite, I found Ryan on the bed with his phone to his ear, one elbow resting on his leg while he held his forehead.
“He knows him? You’re sure?” A pause. “They were at that underground casino in Monte Carlo together? You’re shitting me.”
Oh God. Anthony? Ryan had told me that afternoon that he had a friend keeping an eye on his brother while he worked on getting the money.
I sat next to him, not wanting to interrupt his call, but when Ryan’s eyes fell shut, I squeezed his leg, worried about him.
