Page 202 of A Dagger of Ice and Intrigue
He only smirked up at me. “I was wondering how long you’d last.”
The absolute nerve of–“I’m wondering how long you’ll last.”
No doubt about it, I wascompletelyout of my mind.
Ryker spanked my ass cheek–and godsdammit if that didn’t make me moan.
“Brat.Mybrat,” he muttered, making me tremble in a whole new way. “Love hearing that slashing tongue of yours again. Welcome back.”
“Glad to be here. Literal–” I shuddered as Ryker began to slide his fingers in and out of me. “Don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” His grin turned merciless. “At least not this time.”
Excitement coursed through me. Yes, there woulddefinitelybe a next time.
Now that I’d gotten a chance to discover what being truly wanted meant–not for titles, long legs, or for the thrill of it–I knew I wanted more.
And that terrified me, underneath all this pleasure and desire.
But all I could focus on was the way his fingers did terrible, wonderful things to my body.
No responsibilities, no expectations. Just this man who looked at me like he’d waiting for me to appear his entire life.
His grip on my leg increased, as if he wanted to both ground me and never let me go. His satisfied growls matched my own moans.
His hand grabbed mine, twisting our fingers, as my body trembled out of my control.
A subtle touch, but one which sent me over the edge.
This wasn’t just lust.
This was passion.
True, raw desire.
I soared higher and higher, knowing he’ll be right there to catch me. My back arched off the bed and my mouth opened into a silent scream as my body blazed alive. Wave after wave of pure pleasure crashed in and over me, until I was spent and satisfied.
I sunk back down into the mattress, limbs still shivering.
Sothatis what ecstasy felt like.
This was different, in the absolute best way.
Only once the shivers completely faded away did Ryker crawl back on top of me licking his lips. When we were once again face to face, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked every one of them, groaning in satisfaction.
Just like that, I wanted him all over again.
My impatience seemed to have brushed up on him, too. He yanked the towel off his hips–how it had clung to it while we’d writhed was beyond me–and I finally could feel all of him.
And his body truly was perfect, in every single way.
I grabbed the back of his neck and claimed his lips in a fiery kiss. I moaned as I tasted myself on his tongue.
I couldn’t wait anymore.
I wanted him inside of me, hot and hard.
But there was one problem. A huge one.
