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“So damn sexy.” His low, husky voice sent her stomach fluttering. After thoroughly licking her lower back dimples, he spent an inordinate amount of time tracing his tongue in slow circles above the edge of her pajama bottoms and then proceeded lower, dragging his hands over her ass and leaving light butterfly kisses along the backs of her thighs.
He kept scooching backwards and when she started to turn over, he pressed a firm hand against her lower back. “Nope. Stay put, sweetheart. I’m not done yet. Not even close.”
Swallowing hard, Harper lowered her face back down to the bed and waited to see what he would do next. His hands caressed along her sides, over her hips and then dipped between her legs.Oh, God.Those calloused fingers slid up her inner thigh, disappeared in her shorts and skimmed over the seam of her panties. Light strokes, up and down, and her eyes fluttered shut.
Hot need began building and she bit her lip when he slid his other hand underneath her body and hiked her up just a bit, giving him better access. His hand moved around, slid down the front of her panties and his fingers found her clit. He pressed on the bundle of nerves, teasing and massaging until she began whimpering.
Harper’s hands twisted the sheets and she arched up as he slid a finger into her wet core. Her body tightened around it, her hips rocking, and she moaned softly.
“Feeling better?” he asked, voice rough with need.
Hell, yes!she wanted to scream. Better than she’d ever felt before. But words escaped her and she could only answer with an incoherent mumble of satisfaction.
Suddenly, Ryland jerked her panties and shorts off and lifted her up onto her knees, holding her back against his front. His body was hard and warm, and he held her in place with one hand and sank a second finger in her pulsating core. His thumb circled her clit, finding the perfect pressure and rhythm. Until she was gasping and bucking against his hand.
“That’s right. Ride it, sweetheart. Don’t hold back.” His mouth was at her ear, voice low, breath warm and pepperminty. “Let go. I want to hear the sounds you make when you come.”
“Oh, God…” Harper’s head dropped back against his shoulder and the orgasm slammed into her, hard and fast, like it never had before. She cried out, her entire body stiffening, then went limp in his arms. She would’ve fallen over like a ragdoll if he hadn’t kept her propped up against his solid chest.
Pressing his lips to her temple, he pulled his fingers out of her wet passage and let her slide down. Twisting around onto her back, she looked up at Ryland who hovered above her on his knees. His massive cock looked ready to blow and was so close she could see every detail.
She had never cared to get too close to one before and giving head was something she avoided. It made her gag. But the sight of Ryland’s impressive cock was making her mouth water and she wondered just how much of it she could fit in her mouth.
Heart thundering and head filled with dirty thoughts, she watched Ryland lift his fingers and suck her juices off. And she nearly orgasmed again.
“So fucking sweet,” he said, voice strained and husky. “Just like I knew you’d be.”
Harper was speechless. No one had ever spoken to her like that and she’d never experienced this level of intimacy before. Holy hell, it was such a turn-on.
When she reached up to touch his cock, he backed away. “I’m not done with you,” Ryland growled. He moved faster than she expected and scooped her ass up off the mattress, burying his face between her thighs.
“Ryland,” she gasped, trying to twist away. He responded by tossing her legs over his shoulders. His grip was firm and his mouth was latched onto her pussy like a damn vacuum attachment, sucking the holy bejesus out of her. Tonguing her into another orgasm in less than a minute. Something she thought would’ve been an impossible feat.
Screaming, Harper squeezed her thighs against his head, and saw stars. Her fingers threaded through the long, sun-bleached hair on top of his head and her soft cries echoed through the room as indescribable pleasure rolled over her, blasting her to heights she never imagined possible.
Ryland lifted his head, gave her a somewhat pained grin, and lowered her back down to the bed before grabbing his weeping cock in a chokehold. “Be right back,” he ground out.
Harper watched him stride a little unevenly across the room and disappear into the bathroom. Her eyes were glued to his sexy ass and she knew she was in dangerous territory.
And she wasn’t talking about the men who were trying to kill them.
If she wasn’t careful, Ryland Mills could easily make her fall in love with him.
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After taking care of himself with a few, quick pumps, Ryland wandered back into the bedroom, snagged his pajama bottoms from his duffel bag and put them on. If he stayed naked, he’d be too tempted to fuck Harper. And he promised tonight would be about her. At this point, he was sort of regretting that promise—at least his poor dick was.
Ryland looked down at Harper, stretched out like a content feline, and smirked. He was the one who put that satiated look on her gorgeous face and before the night was over, he vowed to do it again.
“Move your sexy ass over,” he said and crawled into the bed beside her. Pulling her close, right up against his side, he breathed her soft vanilla-coconut scent in deeply. “Fuck, you smell good.” He nuzzled his face in her hair, the silky strands tickling his nose, and she snuggled against him.
“Tonight doesn’t have to be just about me, you know,” she murmured.
The desire to flip her over and sink into her sweet, soaking wet depths was nearly his undoing. “As tempting as that sounds, you’re the one who’s going to get all the orgasms tonight, sweetheart.”
Lifting her blonde head and propping her chin in her palm, she studied him with those gorgeous aqua eyes. “Why?”
“Because you deserve to be worshiped.” He toyed with a golden strand of her hair. It felt like silk against his rough fingertips. She was so small, delicate and feminine. The complete opposite of him, yet he had a feeling they’d fit together perfectly. In every way—physically, mentally, emotionally. He’d never had a partner before—other than his teammates—but they didn’t count. Not like this.
