Page 33 of Wicked Obsession

She arched into him, trying to bring Ryder home. He rocked against her, but didn’t slide inside. “Not done yet,” he told her when she protested and pursued the syrup across her chest to her left breast.

“You’re killing me.”

“At least you came once.” He sounded absurdly pleased with himself.

“Whose fault is that?”

Ryder raised his head until their eyes met and she saw his grin. “All mine, and don’t you forget it.”

“Arrogant,” she accused, but lost her train of thought as he licked the side of her breast. “I want to play, too.”

“Next time.”

Before she could argue, his mouth closed around the crest and she forgot about everything except what he did to her, not only physically, but emotionally as well. She could feel the tension pulling tight inside her, and this orgasm was going to be at least as strong as the first one. Perhaps stronger, because it would be with him.

“Ry,” she protested as his cock slid up and down her sex without penetrating her. “Stop teasing.” She meant it to be an order, but it came out like a plea.

His forearms kept him propped over her and she could see the determination in his eyes, the sweat on his brow. This wasn’t easy for him, but he persisted anyway.

“Why?” It came out like a wail.

“I want this to be special.”

“It’s already special.” She clutched at his shoulders. “Whenever we’re together, it’s special.”

He went motionless, stared at her as if tryingto discern the truth of her words. Then his lips curved. “For me too, hellcat. You’re special.”

As he kissed her, Langley could taste herself and the sweetness of maple. Ryder began to straighten, and she hung on to his shoulders, letting him pull her into a sitting position. After an infinitesimal hesitation, he positioned himself and began to slowly enter her. The restraint cost him, she knew that, but he was determined, and while it frustrated her, it tantalized, too.

Langley gasped as he filled her at last. Her inner muscles tightened involuntarily, but when Ryder groaned, she did it again deliberately.

His thrust was quick and shallow, but immediately he froze, struggling to regain control. The motion was the first sign that his rigid command was starting to crack. She wanted it broken, gone, wanted to experience the raw emotion without Ryder feeling as if he had to be restrained in order to prove something to her.

Langley flexed around him a third time.

“Damn it,” he muttered, “I wanted—”

“Yes, some other time. Right now, show me you want me.”

“I always want you.” His mouth covered hers and Langley wrapped her legs around Ryder, drawing him closer.

His first few thrusts were careful, as if he were making sure she was ready for him despite theintense orgasm he’d given her earlier. But that was Ryder. He was considerate, he always made certain that she was sharing in the pleasure, and she had to swallow hard to dislodge the lump in her throat. With a shaking hand, she threaded her fingers through the hair right above his left temple and whispered against his ear, “Be wild for me.”

“Don’t want to hurt you.” Each word came out roughly, as if he’d lose command if he didn’t keep a tight rein on every part of himself, including his voice.

Something close to a growl escaped. “You won’t hurt me. I’m not a butterfly, I’m a woman. Your woman. Claim me.” And deliberately, Langley clenched around him, doing her best to break his control.

A tic began at the side of his jaw and Ryder stopped moving. She began to squeeze him rhythmically. Her gaze stayed on his face, watching, reading his reactions. He closed his eyes, gripped the counter on either side of her hips, but he stayed inside her. Oh, yes, he liked what she was doing.

“Ryder, I need you. Take me.”

His eyes opened and there was fire there, barely banked. “Langley—“

“Hard, fast, no hiding the need.” And she clenched around him one last time.

The fire became a conflagration, jumping pastthe break before he could strengthen his defenses. “I warned you.” He eased out of her, took hold of her hips, and pulled her firmly into him as he surged forward.

Langley gasped, torn between surprise and a surge of lust. This is what she needed—for him to share the breathless urgency. She clung to his shoulders, moving to meet every thrust of his cock.

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