Page 32 of Wicked Obsession

Langley shivered, but found her voice. Shetrailed her fingers over his nape again. “Do you know what I’m thinking?”

“Hurry the hell up?” he guessed and tugged her shirt from the waist of her jeans. His hands slid over the bare skin of her back until he reached the clasp of her bra. Ryder traced a line directly below it with the callused tip of his finger, but made no move to open it.

Her words were thick when she said, “Your guess is close enough.”

Raising her arms, she pulled her shirt off, letting it drop to the floor before she reached for the hook on her bra. She had a sudden flash of his friends trying to open the door, but shook it off. Ryder had promised her they wouldn’t be interrupted and he wouldn’t lie. Without any more hesitation, she undid the clasp and let the bra fall to her lap.

Instead of the result she was hoping for, Ryder stepped back and stared. The heat in his eyes reassured her and his hand shook slightly as he ran his knuckle slowly across her right nipple. It tightened, pulling taut at the attention. “Sometimes,” he said, voice choked, “I forget how beautiful you are and then something reminds me. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being willing to give me a second chance, for wanting me, for a million other things.” He lowered his arm and got rid of the shoulderholster, carefully placing the gun on the counter behind him. Then Ryder tugged off his shirt, dropping it on top of hers, and opened his jeans. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

As if she were the one dawdling. Instead of saying that, Langley held out her arms and he moved between her thighs again. She squeezed her leg muscles, pulling him closer as need surged. It wasn’t enough, nothing would be enough until he was deep inside her. Ryder clearly didn’t feel the urgency, though, content to trace her collarbone.

Langley growled low in her throat. “Get me naked.”

His breath came out in awhoosh, and from the look on his face, he wanted to chuckle, but didn’t have enough air. “Yes, ma’am,” he croaked.

It took both of them to shimmy her jeans down and off. Her panties went with them. Langley rocked into Ryder, letting him know how ready for him she was. Grabbing her hips, he held her in place and she muttered a curse. “Damn it, I don’t need foreplay, I need to come.”

He nodded, face serious, and went to his knees. Before she could ask what he was doing, she felt his mouth on the inside of her thigh and figured it out.

He licked, nipped, kissed his way up the inside her leg until her body trembled with anticipation.She remembered the first time he’d gone down on her, the way he’d taken his time to learn exactly what she liked. She remembered how he’d honed that skill until he could make her come in minutes.

Sometimes it didn’t take that long.

And when she felt his fingers open her, when his tongue found her sweet spot, the strength left her muscles and she lay back on the island.

As his mouth teased her, Langley arched and relaxed, unable to stop the motion. It didn’t faze Ryder—he moved with her, sucking lightly on her nub. She was close, tensing for release, when he stopped what he was doing. Her groan was half protest, half disappointment.

Nipping her other thigh, he worked his mouth down the opposite leg to her knee. If she could have moved, Langley would have pulled Ryder back where she wanted him. She couldn’t form words, and damn him, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Revenge—she was definitely getting him back for his. Not right now, not today, but sometime.

Her lips managed to curve even as he startled a gasp from her. His tongue moved inside her, his thumb making circles over the center of her pleasure. She arched hard, waiting, waiting— And again, he shifted away before her orgasm could come crashing over her.

“You. Are so. Going to pay. For this,” she managed between gasps, moans, and whimpers.

“I’m counting on it,” he muttered against her thigh. She could feel his smile.

Slowly, his fingers penetrated her as his mouth closed over her. He flicked where her pleasure was centered with the tip of his tongue and she undulated until he got the hint. His fingers moved in and out with a short, staccato rhythm, but he kept his attention focused on her center. This time, as the wave began, he didn’t pull away. Her body bowed as pleasure crested and then it rolled over her. She arched higher, riding the tsunami until it broke.

Langley had no idea how much time passed before she became aware of her surroundings again. Since she was still breathing hard, she guessed not too long, but she was boneless, her whole body warm and languid.

She heard Ryder moving, but she couldn’t open her eyes.

Something cool and wet landed on her left breast, covering the nipple. Langley’s eyes went wide in a hurry. “What are you doing?”

She lifted her head in time to see Ryder drizzle syrup over her other breast before he said, “Relax.” He extended the trail of maple over her sternum, diaphragm, and swirled a spiral over her abdomen. Langley tensed as his fingers separatedthe folds of her sex and sucked in a sharp breath as the cool sweetness touched her heated core.

In a nanosecond, she was back dancing on the knifepoint. She arched, offering him her breasts, but instead, he squeezed the syrup bottle until another big drop landed on her nub. The syrup began to run between her thighs, but Ryder was there, catching it with his tongue.

That quickly, that easily, he had her riled up and ready.

He cleaned the sticky sweetness from her sex before moving up to her abdomen. She felt empty, needy, and Langley tried to grind against him. The weight of his body kept her in place as he followed the trail to her belly button.

“You’re going the wrong way,” she protested, but he ignored her.

When he reached her breasts, Langley understood his plan. His lips teased her nipple as his tongue lapped up the syrup and his cock pressed tightly against her sex.

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