“You are so...freaking...beautiful,” he said, punctuating his words with playful nips at her neck.
Then he hooked the index finger of his free hand in one lacy cup of her bra and yanked it down, exposing her nipple. She moaned when his mouth closed over it, the gentle sucking seeming to pull at her very core, and she arched her back. He used his teeth to pull back the lace and expose her other breast, and then grazed them over the sensitive flesh.
“I was like a walking erection at that wedding. Every time I’d start to cool off, I’d see you again in that dress and get hard all over again.”
He licked and sucked, all the while holding her hands over her head so she couldn’t touch him.
“If I’d known you were wearing this underneath,” he said, his breath warming the nipple moistened by his mouth, “I would have had to sneak up to my room and jerk off so I wouldn’t explode.”
She pulled against the hand holding her wrists, wanting to touch him, but he held her tighter and increased the pressure on her nipple until she whimpered. “I want to touch you.”
“I’m not done touching you yet.” He slid his hand down her stomach, his fingertips sliding under the lace edging of her panties.
She wanted to argue with him, but his mouth covered hers, stealing her breath along with the words. Pinned between the length of his body and the wall, all she could do was surrender to feeling. Feeling his hot breath on her mouth. Feeling the brush of his chest across her nipples. Feeling his fingers—so strong and work-hardened and different from her own touch—sliding under lace.
Her hips bucked against his hand when he hit the sweet spot and she whimpered, but he held her fast.
“If I’d known you were this hot from thinking about me fucking you,” he said in a low, hoarse voice that was barely more than a whisper, “I’d have skipped the damn cake cutting and taken you in the barn.”
“A woman should never have to choose between sex and cake.”
He drew back his head so he could see her eyes as he slipped one finger inside her. “Which would you choose?”
She hesitated, savoring the friction while he waited for her answer. “It was pretty good cake.”
“Really?” The hand holding her wrists tightened and he worked another finger inside her. She sucked in a breath, grinding against his hand. “Did it make you this wet? Did that cake taste so good it made you come, Lauren, because I’m going to.”
And he did, stroking her and kissing her until her hips bucked against his hand and she strained against his hold. He held her, relentless in his touch, until she sagged—flushed and breathless—against the wall.
“So fucking pretty.” He nipped at her jaw, then released her wrists.
She couldn’t touch him enough. His shirt was already unbuttoned and she shoved it down off his shoulders so she could run her hands over his chest and his arms while he slipped his hands out and tossed it away. His back muscles rippled under her fingertips and she smiled as she licked his throat, making him growl.
Lauren wanted more. She wanted Ryan naked and in her bed. Stepping out from between him and the wall, she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. His gaze was hot and hungry as he kicked off his shoes and reached down to pull off his socks, and she started down the hall as she pulled down the waist of her panties. Halfway to her door, she paused and kicked them off.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw Ryan was right behind her, and he stopped to lose the pants and boxer briefs at the same time. The man put her imagination to shame, and it was a good thing her bed was only a few more feet away or she might have taken him down right there in the hallway.
She hadn’t made her bed that morning, but he didn’t seem to care. After tossing a condom packet onto her nightstand, he shoved the lump of covers back and lowered her onto the mattress.
Lauren relished the weight of his body as he settled on top of her and a little off to the side, so his knee rested between her thighs. He smiled, seemingly content to stare down at her face for a minute.
She smiled back. “Has anybody ever told you that you have the most beautiful eyes?”
Then she felt stupid because women probably told him that all the time, and that wasn’t something she wanted to think about at the moment.
“If they’re beautiful, it’s only because you’re seeing yourself reflected in them.”
There were a few seconds of silence, and then she laughed. It was so corny, she couldn’t help herself.
He scowled. “You’re not the first woman to mention my eyes, but I’m pretty damn sure you’re the first one who’s ever laughed at me in bed.”
“Oh, come on. That was cheesy and you know it.” She tried to take her amusement down a notch, though. “You don’t have to try so hard, you know. I’m already naked.”