Page 29 of The Summer Dare
As if he’s reading my mind, “Fuck… you feel incredible,” slips from his mouth between kisses from my jaw to my ear.
“Yes… right there…”
“I’ve been dying to taste you all day. You have no idea how difficult it’s been to keep my hands to myself since lunch.”
“Uh…why do you think… I went for a walk? I needed… a distraction,” I say between kisses.
Hell, I can barely speak because mysenses are on overdrive as he explores my body. That’s what this man does to me.
His laughter against my skin makes my inner muscles clench. I’m not sure if it’s the combination of his touch, his words, or how hypersensitive I am, but I need more. When our bodies shift, the back of my legs meet the bed. On instinct, I tug him closer as I let myself fall onto the bed, taking him with me.
“Whoa.” He laughs, bracing himself for the fall against the mattress. “You okay?”
Loving the weight of his body on mine, I grin triumphantly. “More than okay.”
“Good,” he says with a chaste kiss. “Let’s get you further on this bed, so I can join you,” he says, lifting me like a feather up the bed.
God. This man.
When he settles between my legs and leans forward on his elbows, I’ve never been more thankful for a queen-sized bed in my life. “Better?” he asks, brushing hair from my face.
“Absolutely.” I grin in delight. Cupping my hand to his face, I pull him down for a kiss. God, I love the feel of his skin against mine and his scruff against my fingertips. I seriously can’t get enough.
When he unclasps my bra and my breasts fall free, he pauses to take me in. His eyes heat as he licks his lips appreciating the view. His gaze sends shivers down my spine as my need for him grows.
With a lazy grin he caresses my skin. “God, you are so beautiful. You have no fucking clue what you do to me.”
The moment his lips crash onto mine, all thoughts are lost. Electricity zings from my fingers to my toes as I cling to him, needing to feel his body against mine. He shifts down the bed, leaving a trail of hot wet kisses from my breasts to my belly button. Not being able to handle the sensory overload, my head falls back on the pillow and I just bask in the moment.
When he pauses, my focus returns to him to see what’s wrong.
His hands rest at the button of my shorts and his eyes are waiting for mine.
“Mind if I take these off?”
Lifting my hips, I shove at the waist of my jean shorts and nod. “Please…”
Expertly, he slides himself and my clothes down until he’s standing at the end of the bed. Never letting go of my gaze, his eyes roam over my body as he adjusts himself in his jeans.
God, that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
His eyes roam from the tip of my toes up to meet my eyes, and it takes everything in my power not to squirm in appreciation.
“Melanie, you are the sexiest fuckin’ woman. Iloveyour confidence and your curves.”
Whoa.If that doesn’t make my inner vixen stand up and take notice.
As if he doesn’t have a care in the world, he slowly lifts one leg and plants a kiss near my inner ankle. It doesn’t matter that I’m bare-assed naked, or that I’m basically dripping with need. No. Ryan takes his time to fulfill his promise and licks and kisses me everywhere.
By the time he reaches the top of my thighs I’m out of my freaking mind with need. Every nerve in my body is strung tight and I swear, he could simply blow his warm breath against me and I’ll go off like a rocket.
The bastard takes his sweet fucking time kissing and caressing me everywhere, but where I need him most. He trails his sensual lips along my hips, up my ribs, and languishes over each breast.
“Ryan…” I moan in frustration.
And the asshole laughs. He fucking laughs.
“What, Melanie?”
