Page 18 of The Smokejumper's Lady
Her breath catches. “You already have.”
That makes my chest tight in a way I wasn’t expecting. I press a kiss to her temple, then trail down her jaw, over the sensitive column of her neck. She shivers when I nip small bites into her skin, a little gasp slipping past her lips.
“Still with me?” I ask, voice low.
She nods fast, eyes wide. “Yes. God, yes.”
“Good. Because I’m not done spoiling you.”
I start slow, teasing her everywhere with my hands and my mouth, kissing, sucking, biting and then soothing the pain. Her back arches off the bed, and I growl softly against her skin.
“Fuck, Clea. You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Ryan—” she moans breathlessly. “Please…”
“Please what, sweetheart?” I murmur, pressing a hot kiss to her inner thigh. “You gotta tell me what you want. Say it for me.”
“You,” she whimpers. “I want you. All of you.”
Fuck. I might die from how much I want this woman.
“Then that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.”
I slowly back off the bed and then remove my sweatpants, savoring the way her eyes are immediately drawn to my hard cock. I don’t think I’m imagining the small gasp she lets out, or the way her eyes widen in surprise.
I crawl back onto the bed, up her body, every muscle tight with restraint. I kiss her slow, deep, letting her taste how wrecked she’s made me.
“Nervous?” I ask, hovering above her, using my arms to keep my weight off her. I know she can feel my length against her inner thigh.
She bites her lip. “A little, it’s just…you’re really big.”
I chuckle. “Sweetheart, you can take me. I know it.” I nuzzle into her neck, murmuring, “I’ll make it feel so good for you, baby, I swear.”
I gaze down at her, taking a second to memorize this moment…her flushed cheeks, the way her lips part in anticipation, the soft curve of her hips rising toward me like she’s trying to draw me in with gravity alone.
She’s nodding now, arching her body toward mine, whining, “I want you, Ryan. Please—”
My hand skims her side, down her thigh, and I pull her leg around my waist, thrusting gently against the outside of her slick pussy. I let out a groan at the welcoming heat of her body pressed against mine.
“You sure?” I ask, because I need to hear it.
She cups my jaw, pulling me in close until our noses brush. “You have no idea how much I want this.”
My control falters. I line myself up and push in slowly—very slowly—because I want to savor every single inch of her, the feeling of her walls as they stretch around me. Her eyes fly open and lock on mine, and there’s something about this moment, something electric and quiet and terrifying as hell.
She gasps, clutching at my shoulders. “Ryan…”
“I’ve got you, baby.” I drop my forehead to hers, panting through the tight grip of her heat. “Fuck, you feel perfect.”
I ease in deeper, and she moans into my mouth, her legs tightening around my waist. She’s snug, warm, wet, and so goddamn responsive I think I might lose it before we even really get started.
“Move,” she whispers. “Please.”
I do.
I pull back and thrust again, harder this time, and she cries out my name, the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Her hands claw down my back, dragging me closer, urging me deeper.
“Just like that,” she breathes.
