He made her feel sexy. Last night she’d insisted on taking a shower when they came in. After working all day and dancing half the night, she’d wanted to freshen up. In the bathroom, she’d rubbed scented lotion all over her skin.
A shirtless Ryan had reclined on the bed watching music videos. When she exited the bathroom in her black and white La Perla bra and matching panties, his mouth had fallen open and his breathing had kicked up a notch. The scalloped edges of the bra barely contained her breasts, pushing them together so they very nearly spilled from confinement. She’d almost burst into giggles at the expression on his face. She knew then that she’d more than lived up to his expectations.
“Wow.”
“You like?”
“I like.” His Adam’s apple had bobbed as he swallowed. He kept looking at her with an intensity in his eyes that simultaneously flattered and made her anxious. His gaze had skimmed over her breasts, her bare belly, and her hips. “I like so much I might be forced to tear those pretty panties off of you.”
“Not these. They’re La Perla. Very expensive.”
“Then you shouldn’t have put them on.”
She’d thought at first he was kidding, but he hadn’t been. The lines in his face had sharpened, and his breathing had become labored. His obvious excitement had fueled her own.
She thought about how much he made her laugh, too. His sense of humor had worn through her flimsy reservations last night, and she’d done something she never would’ve expected. She’d had no well-formulated plan with step-by-step instructions to consult. For the first time in her life, she’d lived in the moment and colored outside the lines. It had been scary but exhilarating.
“I think I’m a breast man,” Ryan said now. His hand had remained on her breast the entire time, and he squeezed the soft flesh, eliciting a moan from Shawna.
“I think you’re a butt man,” she said, pushing back, aching for him.
“Yeah, that too. And I’m an arm man.” He nipped a spot below her shoulder. She pushed back against him again and he started a slow grind that made her wet. “We have to stop. I don’t have any more condoms.” But he kept grinding and she kept rubbing.
“Okay,” Shawna said in a breathless voice. “In a minute. Let me . . .” Her voice trailed off as she arched her back.
He applied more pressure to her breasts, caressing them both, his calloused hand wreaking havoc on the sensitive nipples.
“Are you trying to come?” Ryan asked against the spot behind her ear. His voice sounded strained.
“Mhmm.”
He applied pressure to her sensitive core by lifting his thigh higher between her legs. Shawna gasped and closed her eyes, sinking her teeth into her lower lip as she concentrated. Her body’s juices coated his leg as she worked her hips with gusto, and Ryan continued to squeeze her breasts, using both hands now. He filled his palms with the luscious mounds, groaning into her hair.
They worked themselves into a frenzy. Grunting and moaning, panting heavily, they continued their gyrations in the throes of arousal.
“Does that feel good, love?” he whispered.
“Yes! Oh, Ryan, right there. Please. Yes . . . right there.”
Her desperate pleas riled him up, and he pumped his leg at the apex of her thighs. He pinched her nipples and she cried out, shattering in his arms. The sound of her feminine cries made heat crawl across his skin.
With one swift movement, he had her flipped onto her stomach. Gripping her hips, he buried his face in her hair and began to furiously hump against her soft bottom. If he couldn’t get inside her, he’d do the next best thing to relieve the pressure in his groin.
He stiffened. Fingers closed around his erection, he released into his hands, surrendering to the crushing climax that gripped him. Some of his come dripped onto her back. Cursing, he mumbled an apology and fell onto the bed, his breathing labored.