Page 9 of Hungry Hearts

This is not what I expected from the over-confident bartender. I press my hips into his and gasp at the hard length of him. He’s as turned on as I am yet taking it slow. Chocolate sin isn’t supposed to be enjoyed slowly, is it?

“Fuck.” He breaks our kiss and skims his lips along my jaw. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman this badly before.” He drops one hand to my hip and tugs me in tight against him. “You taste so sweet.”

“It’s my cherry Chapstick. The hotel air makes my lips dry.” Smooth. Way to break the mood.

I feel him smile against my cheek. “Mine are dry as well, but I prefer another method to moisten my lips.” His hand travels to my stomach and his fingers cup my mound. “Tell me, Angel. Are these lips dry as well?”

He massages me over my pants and I gasp with need. I’m pretty sure he can feel how wet those lips are through the thick material. I rock into his hand, cursing the fabric between us.

Either it’s the little bit of alcohol still in my bloodstream or raw sexual need that gives me the courage to say, “You tell me.”

“Fuck.” He doesn’t hesitate and unbuttons my pants, sliding his fingers between my underwear and my skin.

When the tip of his finger reaches my clit, I moan. Loud. So loud. The safety of this hotel room helps me lose all my inhibitions.

“Please, Ryder.”

“I love the sound of my name on your lips. But I need to hear it louder.” He deepens the kiss and teases me with his fingers, not applying as much pressure as I crave.

Slowly, he makes a trail of kisses down my neck and cups my breast, sucking at my nipple through my shirt and bra. I want them off. I want all my clothes off, and his as well. I blindly reach for the bottom of his shirt and find the heated flesh of his hard abs.

Oh, there are ridges.His stomach tightens to ridiculously hard steel as I skim my fingers up to his chest. I toy with his nipple and he curses, dropping to his knees in front of me. I miss the contact, but in one quick move, he has my pants around my ankles.

“Step out of your shoes, Angel.” He lifts one foot, slides my ankle boot off, then pulls my pants off. He does the same to the other side until I’m standing here, naked from the waist down, and so freaking thankful I shaved.

Ryder rests his head against my stomach and skims his hands up to my breasts, cupping them in his palms.

“So fucking perfect.”

I’m far from. My stomach isn’t flat and my hips flare, but that doesn’t stop him from nipping at my hip bone while he unfastens my bra with expert precision. He stands and kisses me, looking me in the eyes.

“You okay?”

My eyes wide with need and lust, I nod.

“I need your words, Angel.”

I swallow. Hard. “Yes.”

His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath, his eyes never trailing from mine, and he pulls my shirt up over my head, tossing it to the side with my pants. He does the same with my bra, his gaze never leaving mine.

When his hands come between us again and cup my breasts, he closes his eyes for a brief moment, letting out a sigh. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Standing against the wall in only my underwear while he’s fully clothed shouldn’t turn me on this much. “I wish I could say the same about you but it’s hard to tell with all your clothes on.”

I have no idea where that came from. I’m not normally a sassy or flirty person.

Ryder’s grin is quick and then it’s gone. “I’m not talking about your body. But yeah, that’s fucking perfect too.”

And now I’m done for. Any reservations, any hesitations, are thrown out the window as I move quickly to his mouth, kissing him aggressively. I run my fingers through his hair roughly, showing him how I want him to handle my body.

He returns my kiss with just as much passion, if not more, and cups my cheeks in his hands. I rub my naked body against his clothing, the sensation more erotic than I’d think possible. I’m standing in front of him, naked, and his hands are on my face. The patience and respect of this man are going to be my undoing.

“Touch me, Ryder. Please.”

He growls in my mouth then drops to his knees and throws my right leg over his shoulder. “Hold on tight, baby.”

I expect him to dive in and devour me, but true to his ridiculous self-control, he trails kisses along my inner thigh instead. When he reaches my core, instead of plunging his fingers or tongue inside me, he kisses my other thigh.

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