Page 38 of Ricochet

“You. Whatever—”

He kissed down her neck using his tongue, dragging his teeth, slowly making his way back to her jaw and nibbling slowly along the jawline until he stopped at herchin. “Yes or no?”

“It’s all good,” she swore.

“That’s nowhere near what you were giving me earlier.” Not with those writhing, arching moans. Her neck was a hot spot, and he’d do a whole hell of a lot to get her hips rolling like she was on a roller coaster again.

Tension stilled her muscles. “No one has ever asked me that before, and I’m not sure I’ve been able to think it over.”

That waswhat he thought, and he didn’t know how to fix it short of giving her a menu to choose from. “Close your eyes.”

Her eyelashes fluttered, but after a doubtful second, she did.

“Relax for me, Adelia.”

Her muscles went lax against his chest, except the outline of her nipples pressed against her dress, and he choked down the need to tear off her dress. Colin traced the tips of his fingers alongher forearms and watched the little hairs spike with goose bumps. Her breasts were full and plump.

“Colin,” she whispered.

He trailed his fingers along her collarbone. “Yeah.”

“You know what I want?”

“What?” he asked, unsure he was ready for the truth.

“I want to know…” Her eyelids squeezed tight. “Exactly what you like.”

He liked how multi-faceted she was—not just a hardcore biker babe,sexy to the max, but sweet and shockingly innocent, and willing to open herself up and shyly ask about him. “Are you going to keep your eyes closed?”

She blushed. “Can I?”

“You can do whatever you want, need.”

“Then yes.”

Colin stroked her cheek and brushed her hair. “I want to see your pleasure, how you build against me. The way you tighten and turn. Tensing. I like how your nipples are hardright now— and that raspy, throaty moan from kissing your neck.”

Her lips widened, and her brow pinched, despite her closed eyes.

“When your lips part like that, I want to slide my dick inside your hot mouth while you come, I want to watch your face, Adelia.” His chest ached with the truth. “I want to know when your pussy is quaking, and you can’t control it. And I want to be the one to makeyou lose your mind.”

Arousal flushed her cheeks the sexiest color pink he’d ever seen. Her breasts rose and fell quicker as her breaths drew shallower.

Colin licked his lips. “I need that, babe.”

She nodded wordlessly.

“To know you’re getting off because of my hands, my tongue, my dick. That’s what I need.”

---