Page 44 of The Cold Ride

And then he swooped down and kissed his way down my neck. His hands drew the straps of my dress down my arms. I hadn’t worn a bra, but it had one of those built-in shelf deals. And the moment he lowered the dress, my boobs spilled out.

“Pure perfection.” He groaned, and it sounded as if the words had been ripped from his soul.

He captured a bud in his mouth. I gasped and arched my back, feeding him the mound as he worshipped my body. But he didn’t rush suckling at each one. He teased and flicked his tongue against the beaded peaks. But when he nipped the hard points, the pleasurable pain dropped my mouth open with a moan. “James.”

“You’re so damn beautiful, Rory. I doubt I’ll ever get used to it.” Then he kissed his way down my body, drawing the dress off my form until I lay under the moonlight in nothing but my panties.

I knew what we were doing was dangerous. At any moment, someone from the party could come along and find us together. But I didn’t care. It added an extra layer of forbiddenness that was intoxicating. There was no turning from him and this moment. Not when he felt like my destiny. I surrendered to the flame growing brighter and hotter between us with every touch.

He scooted down far enough that his dark head was between my thighs. He hooked my panties to the side, exposing my sex. I shivered as his mouth descended. He kissed my inner thighs first, teasing me, until he planted long, slow kisses on my slit. When he dragged his tongue through my folds, I shivered at the buffet of sensations flooding me one right after another.

With every swipe of his tongue, profound ecstasy suffused me.

Oh god, did James know his way around a pussy. Needing something to hold on to, I threaded my fingers into his hair. I rocked my hips beneath his mouth as he pushed my body toward a glimmering peak of ecstasy.

“Please, James, I need you now,” I begged, tugging at his hair.

He lifted his mouth, and the hunger in his eyes stole my breath. He army crawled up my body. My hands went to his cargo pants. Undoing the clasp and zipper, I shoved them down over his lean, muscular hips. His black briefs followed.

And then I circled his broad shaft in my hands. He was firm but satiny smooth, and so wide I momentarily worried whether he would fit. But I wouldn’t be deterred. My need was too great, and I drew him where I wanted him most.

I positioned him at my entrance, feeding his head inside. Oh my god, it was a tight fit. He stretched my slit obscenely. If someone came along, there would be no doubt what we were doing. And the thought was akin to dropping an incendiary grenade on my hormones.

“Jesus, Rory, I—”

Too greedy to wait any longer, I rocked my hips and impaled myself on his dick. We groaned in unison. He stretched me near the point of pain. But he felt so damn good. And we held steady, our gazes locked on each other. In the deep recesses of my soul, I knew I’d been waiting for him my whole life.

He groaned, his eyes full of worship. “Shit woman, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

“Prove it,” I dared him.

Propping himself up on his elbows, he flexed his hips, withdrawing and slamming home, bowing my back.

“Again,” I cried.

I moved with him, undulating and reaching for the pinnacle of ecstasy. But for the first time, I didn’t feel alone during sex. Until James, it always felt like my partner wanted me to get off, but they were more invested in their pleasure. It didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy them. But this was more.

We were connected in a way I had never been with another man.

And I yearned for more than tonight with him. I wanted to be the person waiting for him to come home from deployment. I wanted to be the woman he looked for in a crowd, a huge grin splitting his face the moment he spied me. As I stared into his eyes, I could see it all play out. And I wanted a life with him more than I had ever wanted anything.

Because it felt as if I’d known him my whole life. And all I had been doing was waiting until he appeared on the horizon.

And by the look in his eyes, he was right here with me. This was our event horizon. I knew I would never be the same after tonight.

Our passion swept us up and held us within its grasp as we moved as one, like an ocean riptide pulling us along for the ride. In his eyes, I saw my future. It thrilled me and terrified me all in the same breath.

“Rory,” he breathed my name as his lips sought mine. And I kissed him back with no pretense. My heart was his for the taking.

Could I have fallen for a man I just met? I wasn’t a woman who believed in love at first sight. But I felt my heart tumble over that cliff. And I didn’t know what it meant. I didn’t know how we would make it work.

But I had to have faith because nothing in my life had ever felt so right.

We moved as one, surging together. I loved the way he felt inside me, surrounding me with his arms. And he gave me hope that we had a future together, and it was one worth fighting for.

Oh god, he felt amazing. Bliss grew in intense lacerating waves. His breath became mine. We shifted, oblivious to anything but the two of us, driving toward that glistening peak.

My back bowed. My climax shredded every preconceived notion. We came together, gasping. Our bodies trembled. Ecstasy crashed over us in ceaseless waves. The pounding surf drowned out our cries. We moved until the last quiver was spent.

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