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Finally, I get my brain to engage and step inside, closing the door behind me. When I reach the kitchen, she’s busy pouring coffee into two mugs.
“Not quite Magic Beanstalk standard, but it’s the best I can do. We’ve got time for a quick caffeine shot before work,” she says with a grin.
Charity seems happy and relaxed. Maybe our kiss didn’t affect her as it did me. Her face is free of makeup, and her hair hangs loosely around her shoulders in soft, pale gold waves. I’m desperate to fist it in my hand and tug her head back so I can lick and suck the tender flesh of her throat.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, noticing I haven’t moved from the kitchen doorway.
No. Everything is not okay. Not since I tasted her sweet lips last night. It’s stirred something primal and possessive in me. Something that wants to feast on her beautiful, perfect soul. Something that wants to make her mine.
I hear a rumble, and it takes me a minute to realize it’s coming from me. Charity pauses as she pulls out the chair from beneath the small round table, her bright blue eyes wide and questioning.
I close the distance between us in two long strides, yank her against me, and seal my lips to hers.
CHARITY
Something shifted between us after that kiss last night. It was in Ryder’s dark eyes when I opened the door, which burned with an emotion I’d never seen in them before.
And now . . . now he’s kissing me like he needs me to survive. His hands drop to my ass, and he squeezes before dragging me against his hard body.
This kiss isn’t like yesterday. It goes from zero to hot and needy in a split second. He delves his tongue into my mouth, sliding it hungrily against mine. His hard shaft presses against my stomach, and heat pools between my thighs. I grind my pelvis against his hardness, and oh, God, I think I may combust.
He snakes his hands down the backs of my thighs and lifts me so my legs automatically circle his waist. Core to core, he strides from the kitchen into the living area, placing me gently on the sofa and following me down.
Breaking the kiss, he pushes my T-shirt up so it bunches beneath my chin, revealing my practical white bra. If I’d known he’d be seeing my underwear today, I would’ve worn the lacy set stashed at the bottom of my drawer I saved for this occasion—not that I expected Ryder to touch me like this any time before Hell froze over.
All thoughts flee as he yanks the cup down, and his mouth finds my nipple. I whimper when he cups my other breast, squeezing it in his big hand. His touch on my heated skin is incredible, and I forget everything but the sensation of his body against mine as his tongue curls around my nipple.
“Oh,” I breathe, jerking as the caress sends fire blistering to my core.
Ryder looks up at me as he grazes my nipple with his thumb, and the intensity in his eyes is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Another pulse of need slides directly to my core, and I welcome his mouth as he kisses me again, slicking his tongue against mine even as his thumb teases my other nipple to an aching peak.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he mutters low under his breath.
I tremble with anticipation as he looms over me like some dark God. He’s gorgeous.
“Need to taste you,” he mutters, tugging at my jeans.
I lift my hips so he can slide them down my thighs, dragging my panties with them.He moves lower, flicking his tongue down my stomach, fueled by my needy little cries. I shiver with need, my arousal leaking between my thighs. Oh, God, I need him to touch me there.
“Please,” I whimper, tangling my hands in his hair and urging him where I need him.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet,” he grunts, hooking a big hand around my thigh and opening me up.
He stares at my soaked pussy for so long that I start to think something is wrong. Am I different from other women? Do I have extra bits? Missing bits? God, why didn’t I do that mirror thing my girlfriends talked about in high school?
Ryder’s nostrils flare slightly as he inhales, and then it’s as if something inside him has snapped, and his mouth devours me in a blaze of desire.
There’s no time to be embarrassed as he ravages my slick center, his tongue swirling, his lips pressing and sucking. Words try to form but dissipate into smoke before they reach my lips. His mouth is doing things, glorious and amazing things, and I’m making sounds I know I’ve never made before.
I choke and gasp for air as he works my pussy ravenously with his tongue, which seems to be everywhere at once. He licksevery fold, delves into every crevice, and God, it’s incredible. I squirm and pant and quiver as I fall apart, a piece at a time. Then his tongue flicks across my clit . . . once . . . twice . . . and everything in me explodes.
My cry echoes around the room as my pussy tightens around fresh air. My physical release washes through me with such force that I lift off the sofa. I hold his head tight against me as I rock and grind against him. Nothing has ever felt so good. The only thing that could top this would be having Ryder deep inside me.
And then, as suddenly as the pleasure came, it’s gone, replaced by a sensitivity that leaves me twitching each time his tongue swipes at my center.
“What . . . was that?” I say through heaving breaths.
It’s not like I’m not familiar with orgasms. I know enough to sort myself out from time to time. But it’s never been close to what I just experienced—so intense I thought I was going to pass out.
