Page 60 of No Rhyme or Roughing
She stayed inches away, her eyes searching mine.
And I decided to be brave too. Reaching out, I hooked one arm around her back and pulled her onto the bed, onto me. Her front to mine, her breaths echoing mine. She lay on me, waiting.
With a sigh of relief, I finally kissed her. My lips found hers, my tongue coaxing them open. She relaxed into me, her hands roaming up into my hair, tugging and forcing desire to zip right through me.
My hands skimmed up her sides, over her shoulders, until they reached her cheeks. Her skin was soft, warm. And I needed more of it. I neededher.
Her hips ground down onto mine, and it was all I could do to hold it together, to not take this too fast.
Sydney wasn’t a virgin, but no guy had ever given her an orgasm before, so she might as well have been.
I decided right then I wouldn’t sleep with her tonight. That wasn’t what she needed after everything that had happened. This was about her.
She grasped at my chest, tugging on my shirt. I let her slide it up and broke our kiss just long enough to yank it over my head. She quickly discarded her sweatshirt, her breasts pressing into my skin. I palmed one and then the other, still devouring her mouth, still tasting every sigh, every moan.
Her tongue brushed along mine tentatively, and Isucked on it. I wanted to own her, for her to own me. She wasn’t flat stomached. There were curves upon curves to explore, to trace with the tips of my fingers. I broke our kiss, moving down. Before taking one of her perfect breasts in my mouth, I looked up at her. “Is this okay?”
She nodded.
I rolled us so she was beneath me and sucked, licked, devoured. My tongue ran over the curve of her breast to the soft skin beneath. It was slightly damp with sweat, and she went from sweet to salty.
“Ry,” she sighed.
“I’ve wanted this since the moment you came back into my life,” I admitted, my voice vibrating against her skin.
“Then, why the fuck did it take us so long?” I loved it when she cursed, when her sweet mouth hinted at just a bit of filth.
“Because you’re off-limits.”
She arched as I drew circles on her stomach. “Forbidden,” she breathed.
“What we’re doing is wrong.”
“The worst.” She looked down at me. “Don’t stop.”
I rested my chin on her belly and met her gaze. “Do you remember the secret you told me?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she held her breath.
“I’d really like to be the first.”
“No, Ryder, you don’t have to…”
“I want to.”
“Really?” She didn’t look like she believed me. “Isn’t it kind of gross?”
I smiled up at her, one hand dipping below the waistbandof her leggings, finding her warmth. She was wet for me.
“No, Sydney. It’s not gross. No part of you is gross, and I hate that anyone told you that. I really want to taste you. Please let me.”
It took her a moment, her head tilting back as my finger found her center. “Okay.”
“Don’t say it just to make me happy. Okay isn’t an enthusiastic yes. I’m going to need you to say it, Syd.”
She moaned as I circled her. “Fuck, Ry. Do it. Please.”
“Please what?”
