“Yes,” I murmur, not even certain if I’m speaking aloud. “Oh, god, yes.”
In my mind, I can see him above me, his eyes searching mine. I can hear his voice, telling me to come for him, to explode with him. It is his cock in me, thrusting deeper and harder, taking me. Claiming me. Owning me.
“Hunter,” I cry as my eyes flutter open while his fingers—my fingers—thrust even deeper inside me.
And there he is.
I go tense, frozen, as Ryan Hunter stands there watching me—with a heat in his eyes so intense it is a wonder I don’t get burned.
Chapter Three
I start to yank my hand away and am rendered frozen by his sharp, firm, “No.”
My heart is beating. My skin is flushed. I’m embarrassed and turned on and confused. “Ryan,” I say. “I—what are you—”
I start to shift. I need to move. Hell, I need to run.
“No,” he says more softly this time, but the word is equally firm, and the force of it holds me in place. “Don’t stop. Come for me, Jamie. I want to watch you explode for me.”
I am tempted to tell him to go to hell. To wrap a towel around myself and run inside.
I’m tempted to do that—but only because I think that is what I should do. But I’ve never been a girl who pays attention to should. I’m all about want.
And what I want is to finish this.
What I want is to make him hard, to drive him crazy. And I know that he is close. I can see the evidence even from this distance. The bulge in his jeans. The tightness in his jaw. The way his hand is closed tight around the decorative finial on the gate by which he stands.
He is as turned on as I am, and that knowledge makes me bold.
He’d driven me a little crazy when he’d left me on the beach. And now, I think, as I run my teeth over my lower lip and slide my finger over my swollen clit—now it’s my turn to drive him wild.
And that’s a game I’ve been playing for years.
I don’t speak. Instead, I keep my eyes on him as I slide my hand further down. I’m wet and slick, and the tension I see on his face only excites me more.
I thrust my fingers inside, my hips bucking as I finger fuck myself with him watching, him wanting.
I slide my fingers in and out, teasing myself by rubbing lightly over my clit. I keep up the motion, my eyes on Ryan, my mouth open and my breath coming hard.
I draw my other hand up to fondle my breast, and as I do, I hear him suck in air. The sound only turns me on more, and I start to close my eyes as the tension inside me builds, higher and higher.
“No,” he says. “I want to see your eyes. I want to look at you when you come.”
I open my eyes and our gazes lock. He is heat. He is power.
He is everything I want, and I am starting to wonder if I will be able to survive this. If I will be able to withstand the force of the explosion that is building inside me.
“That’s it,” he says. “You’re close. Christ, Jamie, do you have any idea how hard I am? How much I want to be inside you?”
I thrust my fingers into my cunt and slide my other hand down, my hips bucking violently. I am wild. I am shameless, and my eyes never leave his. Not as the tension starts to build. Not as the sparks start to gather. Not as the electricity surges through me, building and building until there is nowhere left to go, and I cry out because there is no way I could keep that much passion inside.
I hold his gaze as my body shudders, as the tremors calm and I return to earth.
I watch his eyes and think that for the first time, someone has seen into the heart of me.
I lie there, my breathing shallow, as Ryan strides toward me, all power and purpose. His expression is hard, his eyes blazing. My lips are parted, and I arch my back without thinking, bringing my body that much closer to him in a silent plea for his touch.
He doesn’t reach for me, though. Instead, he stops beside the chaise and looks down at me. His gaze moves slowly over me with such sweet deliberation that I tremble, my body quivering as if in reaction to his touch.