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“Give it to me hard anyway,” I begged. His brown eyes flicked to my open mouth, and I prepared myself for the shudder of breath I knew was coming once I surrendered my body to him.
Bringing his eyes back to mine, he sank into me, filling me deeper than I’d known was humanly possible. I grasped his arms, my nails digging into his biceps, and lifted my hips as I took all of him. A harsh groan came straight from his chest, energizing every nerve ending as our bodies fully connected.
Worried he was still working to find some type of resolve to slow down, I whispered into his ear, “Lose control with me, Ry.”
He laced our fingers together, supporting the rest of his body over mine with one forearm. I hooked my ankles around his back and anchored my heels against his skin as his mouth crashed over mine. Kissing me hard. Fucking me even harder.
He squeezed my hand, driving deep and pulling out almost completely, over and over, continuously hitting the sensitive nub of my sex with each movement.
His lips left mine, and I opened my eyes to see him staring at me with each thrust. A vein in his forehead was visible, along with one at the side of his neck. I was sure if I looked, every vein in his arms would be popped right now.
“I need you to come for me, darlin’,” he rasped. “Please.” The word was more of a groan, desperate and demanding.
I followed orders. How could I not? I’d never felt like that before. Experienced a high like that. And I could no longer fight it.
I came.
And hard.
My body shuddered, every part of me trembling as I rode the orgasm, crying out his name in the process.
I felt Ryan’s body go rigid above me just before his release took him over the edge. As he settled gently on top of me, he brought his mouth to my ear and hissed, “You really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
RYAN
Once knocking every pillow to the floor, I yanked the bulky comforter from the bed and added it to the pile. It was time to slow things down and worship the woman in front of me like she deserved. I wanted her on full display with nothing but the silk sheets around.
I’d lost all control with her our first time. By some small miracle, I’d held out, not coming until she had. I’d been close to breaking. She was so damn hot. And the little breathy moans and cries from her as I’d driven in and out of her had me losing my mind.
I began stroking my cock again, preparing myself to take her. Not that it’d take any effort. I was already hard again.
She climbed onto the bed and got on all fours. Yup, I’m done. Stiffer-than-stiff. “You think I can go slow in that position?” I laughed at the idea of doggy style with this woman, knowing that slamming my cock into her with that tight ass of hers against me . . .
Not happening. Not this time, at least. I’d last all of two minutes. Opposite of what I wanted.
She playfully wiggled her ass, moving her hips side to side, then shot a saucy look at me over her shoulder. When she reached between her legs to touch her clit, I groaned and joined her on the bed.
“You’re not playing fair.”
She gasped as I flipped her to her back. When she asked, “Who said anything about fair?” I nearly gave in and flipped her back over, giving her exactly what she thought she wanted, but definitely not what I knew she needed.
“Giving me a hard time again, huh?” I positioned my thighs on each side of her legs, imprisoning her with my body.
“You seem so comfortable on that edge.” She lifted her head from the pillow, pulling her eyes from mine as her gaze skimmed down my body, and reached out with her hand to torture me. Her fingers danced over my skin just above the root of my shaft.
Bad girl. “Spending the last decade around you, I had to learn to live on that edge,” I reminded her.
I leaned over her gorgeous, naked body, allowing my heavy cock to touch her pussy as she rubbed her clit in small circles, every instinct practically begging me to fill her bare.
As much as I’d kill to do that . . . we couldn’t. Not yet.
She circled her hand around my cock, eyeing me innocently as if she weren’t slowly jerking me off.
I was still having a hard time believing I was in my uncle’s house in Italy, in bed with the woman of my dreams. I refused to think about the reason we were there. All that mattered was she looked happy, and I was the cause of that. And she made me deliriously happy, too.
I leaned in, ready to kiss her again, yeah, I’m done playing dirty, when my phone began ringing. It was still in the pocket of my linen pants on the floor, and not even remotely what I wanted to be focused on. I ignored it and set my mouth to hers, but her lips froze against mine.
