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  Shea tried to rein in her heart, but the damn thing was tripping over itself in excitement. “So, um, now you’re saying yes?”

  “I think I’m saying a lot of things,” he murmured huskily, and the sexy rasp shot straight to her melting cunt in a flash of heat.

  “Yeah, well—I’m listening.”

  He grunted against the side of her throat, smiling at the tell-tale shiver that flowed through her whenever he licked her warm, sweet flesh. “Good. Why don’t you tell me if you can figure out what I’m saying now?”

  And suddenly he had one hand fisted in the curls at her nape, holding her head still as his mouth opened over hers and took delicious, instant possession. They bumped teeth, trying to get further within the other, and their tongues tangled in an erotic dance centered on taste and hunger. His other hand shoved up under the hem of her flimsy robe and went straight to her mound, cupping her wet pussy, teasing the ultra-sensitive flesh with the soft scrape of his calloused palm.

  Ryan broke the kiss before he got too carried away, the sexy play of her tongue against his pumping him too hard, too fast. His teeth bit down gently on the lobe of her ear, and he gritted out in a dark, husky rasp, “What does this tell you, Shea?”

  The heel of his hand ground down on her ripening, swelling clit as two fingers began to circle the puffy rim of her vulva, smearing the slippery juices round and round. Then he shot them deep, right up into the hot, tight core of her sex, and her back arched as she jerked into him, a raw cry ripping from her throat. “What does this tell you?” he grunted, working the thick fingers deeper, forcing the fist-tight channel to accept the feel of them. “What does it tell you when I finger-fuck you like this, and you know I’m imagining it’s my cock I’ve got shoved up this hot cunt instead?”

  “Uhhmm—” she groaned, her head back against her shoulders, eyes squeezed closed as she gave herself over to him completely. He loved how she did that—just utterly surrendered to wherever he wanted to take her—and he couldn’t keep his hips from pushing into her, grinding the long, aching ridge of his cock into her hip.

  “Come on, sugar,” he drawled, pulling his fingers back to the edge of her hole, and then driving them deeper, his cock pounding behind his fly, demanding its turn to cram into the sweet little tunnel. “Come on and tell me what I’m saying.”

  Her hands gripped his naked shoulders, short nails biting into hard muscle, her head tossing from side to side. “You want—you want to fuck me,” she moaned, barely able to get the words out as the pleasure he pumped through her began to throb in her veins, burning her from the inside out. Her pussy was flooding, her juices soaking them both, and she wanted to scream at the incredible need building within—the aching demand to be packed full of his rigid cock and pounded into submission—forced to take everything he gave her.

  “Good girl.” Ryan rewarded her with the steady pressure of his thumb against her clit, its slow circular motion pulling shudder after shudder from her warm, sweet-scented body. The subtle scents of her cunt were filling the air as her juices flowed, and he found himself grinding his jaw against the blinding need to finish this right now, press her up against the refrigerator at his left, and pound the hell out of her until they were soaked in hot, sizzling cum and barely able to stand.

  But the morning was both lazy and soft—and she was even softer in his arms. He didn’t want to rush it. He wanted to savor every minute with her—every single intoxicating second. “Hell, you feel good wrapped around my fingers, you know that?”

  “Uhhmm—”

  His hand tightened in her curls again, pulling her face up to his with a gentle pressure despite its obvious strength. Against her lips, he rasped, “Yeah, I think you do. I’m beginning to think you know just what you do to me.”

  There was no way she could stop the slow, satisfied smile from spreading across her face. Lifting her heavy lids, she stared straight up into his glittering, smoldering blue stare. “I keep telling you, Ry, I can handle it.”

  The lines of his face were etched with hunger and a bone deep determination to remain this side of control. But she could see the pressure breaking him—could almost feel the craving dismantling his resolve.

  Suddenly the two thick fingers inside of her were three, and with a change to the angle of his wrist, they were hitting her even higher…deeper. Her body responded with dizzying speed, growing warmer and wetter until the thick thrust of his fingers was making slurping sounds in her flesh.

  “I love how you do that,” he ground out, his voice gone hard and gravelly. “I love how you cream all over me when you get worked up. All I have to do is look at you and your hot little cunt starts going juicy.”

  His fingers slipped free, and she choked out some kind of hoarse demand, but then her breath was sucking in as his wet fingers began circling her clit, tweaking it, teasing it between his knuckles. She trembled in his arms, and her pussy spasmed in need, hungry for the delicious stretch of his cock, streaming with cream to make way for him. His fingers slipped lower, circling her slit again, teasing as they rubbed the moisture in dizzying circles.

  “Ahhh…yeah. Feel that. You’re so wet and sweet, Shea.” His head lowered and his tongue licked at the sensitive shell of her ear, his voice a dark caress in the late morning sunlight. “That’s it, honey. Drench this sweet thing with juices so I can lick them all up. I want to catch them on my tongue and swallow them down all sweet and warm. It’s almost better than fucking you—eating this melting cunt right down my throat.”

  “Ryan,” she moaned, unable to keep her hips from pressing against him, seeking fingers or cock or tongue. Anything…anything that he could shove hard inside of her to make her come. “Please—”

  “Shh,” he rumbled, turning their bodies, his hand reaching back to the counter now behind her. “There’s no rush this morning, Shea. I want to take my own sweet time and just suck and tongue this mouthwatering cunt until you’re pounding against my face—screaming my name. Then I’m going to cram you full of cock again and make you come so hard you won’t remember what it’s like not to want this—not to fucking ache for this thing we have.”

  Before she could gasp, he had her pushed up on the counter, the cold Formica shocking against her bare ass, and was calling on all of his sexual experience to push her to the edge. His fingers pumped into her, over and over, while his thumb worked her pulsing clit like a trigger. She writhed and trembled in his arms, and then she was gasping for air, a harsh cry breaking past her lips as her muscles clenched, held on that painful precipice, and then clenched tighter with tension as the impending orgasm began gaining intensity, her body squeezing sharply like a wire getting ready to snap.

  She was nearly there when he pulled back, and she wanted to scream with frustration as she watched him move away, grabbing something from the counter behind him. Within seconds he’d turned back to her, his hand moving quickly between her legs before she could see what he held—but she knew as soon as she felt the nozzle moving purposefully between the puffy lips of her pleading, weeping sex.

  God bless him, the man had obviously been having his own wicked fantasies about that honey bear, and he was more than ready to follow through on them. The sweet, sticky substance oozed up into her, warm and thick, mixing with her own slick fluids. Ryan bent down and put his talented tongue to good use—exceptional use, actually—working the honey up into her, sending it deeper and deeper with each eating stroke. An uncontrollable quake took hold of her core, slowly spreading out through her extremities until she was a trembling, quivering mass of hunger and need.

  “Oh fuck…fuck,” she groaned, nearly panicking at the strange sensation of falling away from reality. She was tumbling headfirst into pure orgasmic bliss, and Ryan was the sinful devil propelling her straight over the edge, forcing her higher and higher, only to make the eventual tumble that much more exhilarating.

  Another squeeze of his powerful fingers and her cunt flooded with hot cream and golden honey, creating a carnal fe
ast for his lips and searching tongue. Then his hand moved lower, and it was with a jolting, shocking bolt of recognition that she realized he was inserting the small nozzle into the tight rim of her ass.

  “Oh my God—what are you—”

  “Shh,” he murmured against the swollen lips of her pussy, giving her a gentle, laving kiss, like a sweetheart’s gift. “Relax and let me, Shea. Don’t fight it. It’ll feel so fucking good, I promise.”

  Her hands found his shoulders, ready to shove him away. “I can’t…I’ve never—”

  “Trust me,” he drawled, catching the pulsing bud of her clit between his teeth and sucking with a strong, sensuous swirling of lips and tongue. He didn’t relent until her fingers were curling back into him, her short nails biting into his muscle and flesh.

  Another squeeze of his fingers and the soft, oozing honey plunged into her ass, the small nozzle feeling uncomfortably good, buried there in the tight little hole that she’d never considered exploring sexually. She’d never realized it would feel so good—strange, yes, but undeniably…scandalously thrilling—to be penetrated there while his mouth worked a sensual magic on her clit.

  And then his head was shifting, her throbbing clit left swollen and sensitized, and she arched her hips, desperate to regain the mind-blowing contact so she could come. But Ryan had other ideas, and before she’d even guessed his intention, she felt the warm, outrageously wicked slide of his tongue around the buried nozzle of her honey bear.

  “Oh God…wait…what—”

  “Mmm,” he groaned, his hot breath brushing against her trembling flesh. “Don’t tell me no, Shea. Just let me show you good it can feel—how fucking hot you make me.”

  The nozzle slipped free, and heaven help her, he replaced it with the hot slide of his tongue, twirling it just inside the honey-coated pucker of her ass. “Ahhhh,” she cried out, the raw, pleasure-filled wail like a rape of sound in the gentle quiet of her kitchen—but she couldn’t hold it in, nor the sharp, “Oh God!” that quickly followed in its echo.

  His fingers bit into her hips, holding her steady at the edge of the counter, while his tongue took possession in a carnal kiss of strange, forbidden ecstasy. She could feel the steady, shallow plunge and glide inside her ass, the sexy stubble of his cheeks rubbing against her naked cheeks, the soft rasp of his hair against her spread thighs.

  His tongue stroked the ultra-sensitive rim, and a wave of heat spread over the surface of her skin in a warm, moist flush. Her blood seemed thicker, heart working double-time to pump it through her veins, lungs laboring to draw a sufficient breath. Her pussy gushed, open and grasping for something to bear down on, and she nearly fainted when he shoved her hungry slit full of three thick fingers, his tongue slipping free to greedily lick the remaining honey and streaming rivulets of sex juice from her skin.

  She shouted hoarsely, hips pumping, as the deliciously narrow channel suctioned tight around his fingers, and he groaned in triumph, grunting, “That’s it, baby. Shit, you feel so good. Just keep pumping my fingers for more. I want to feel you come.”

  She jerked in his arms, groaning a low, dark cry of sound, and then she was coming—hard and fast and strong—drenching and squeezing the hell out of him.

  Ryan growled and immediately withdrew his fingers with a wet sound of resistance, only to lower his head for another deep dig with his tongue, thrusting it straight up the flushed, pumping mouth of her pussy. His mouth filled with her cum, and God help him, it was even better than her juices. Hotter, creamier, and he sucked it down his throat with greedy satisfaction, knowing it was a taste he’d crave for the rest of his life. No other would ever do again, because no other flavor had ever tasted like his—as if she were his very own—made just for him.

  And now that his tongue had feasted on that sweet, honey-and-cum coated flesh, his cock was angrily demanding its own turn to fuck.

  His jeans were ripped open and his massive cock crammed into her, all the way to his balls within the mere space of seconds. She was still coming, her nails struggling for a hold on the slick surface of his shoulders. The force of pleasure that rocked down the core of his cock at being buried deep inside her convulsing sheath nearly buckled his knees.

  Unable to hold himself still while she adjusted to him, Ryan carefully drew himself out of her—a low, rumbling sound surging from his chest at the way her pussy grasped to hold on to the long length of him. When only the tip remained within, she raised her shoulders so that together they looked down to see him poised at her entrance. He gleamed wetly, impossibly thick, the veined skin of his cock flushed and slick with her cream.

  A tremor shook his entire body as their eyes reconnected, and then he rammed himself back into her, grinding his hips against hers, completely lost to the wonder of her delectable cunt surrounding him. He’d had sex thousands of times, with more women than he could remember, but he’d never felt anything like this. Fucking Shea was so new and novel and intense, he felt as if he were the one with so little friggin’ experience.

  Then she pulled him to her and bit his honey-and-cream covered lip between her strong, white teeth, and he fucking lost it.

  With his hips pounding his cock into her, he spread the lips of her pussy wider, making it easier to watch the way her tiny slit swallowed him whole, sucking him in with the slippery sounds of flesh and fluids.

  Wanting to share the erotic view, Shea braced her hands on the counter behind her and leaned forward. Then they were both watching the delicious sight of his long, thick cock stretching her tender opening wide, so wide, plowing into her with more and more force, giving her everything he had.

  “It’s so good…it’s so good…it’s so good,” he gritted through his teeth over and over, and she couldn’t help but agree. It was mind-shattering, the warmth of pleasure flowing through her, the overwhelming sensations screaming down her nerve endings.

  His big hands bit into her hips, holding her hard so that he could pound into her even harder, working her on his cock, their flesh slapping together in the soft quiet of the morning. Shea dug her heels into the small of his back, pumping herself against him as they struggled for control, their bodies going slick with sweat and heat, fired by an arcing, aching need.

  Ryan’s hand snaked up her spine, snagging her curls, and then he pulled back until her sweet, bouncing breasts were thrust in his face. Her back arched and his mouth closed over one soft mound like a dark, wet fire that burned with pleasure. He laved at the puffy pink nipple, and then drew in the entire breast, suckling her with rhythmic tugs that came all the way from his throat. The delicious pull shot to her womb, clenching her tighter, pulling him deeper into her until she’d taken every incredible inch.

  He filled her up so full she felt ready to burst open—shattering around him—but her pussy only held him stronger, pushed him to drive up higher, deeper, forcing that cock harder and harder into her core.

  “How in the hell do you feel better every time I get inside of you?” he grated, each word timed with the pulsing jab of his hips—the thick, powerful ramming of his cock into her wet, clinging depths. “Every single time, you just get better and better.”

  The rough words pushed her up the cliff, and she went rushing over, her muscles clenching so tightly on his throbbing shaft that he ground his mouth down on hers, shouting into the warm, wet cavern. He swallowed her screams with savage intent while her pussy pulled him in like a suction, and then he was growling into her mouth as his orgasm exploded and his hot cum spurted up into her in a hard, vicious stream, jerking out of his cock.

  When they were spent and sated, Shea collapsed back onto the counter, Ryan’s big body following her down, his golden head resting against the soft, heaving swell of her chest.

  She waited until her breathing finally evened out and she was able to draw enough air to speak, then lifted her hand and sifted her fingers through the soft silk of his hair. She laughed softly, her mind still spinning in the afterglow. “I guess you really are saying yes, the
n.”

  Ryan lifted his head and stared into her smoky eyes with such raw possession it made her breath catch. Then his mouth closed over hers once more, so warm and delicious and sweet, she just wanted to flow into him.

  “Yeah,” he rumbled, taking the fullness of her bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently until she opened wider for the decadent plunge of his tongue. “Now I’m saying yes.”

  Chapter Nine

  After the hot and heavy, mind-blowing session in the kitchen, Ryan put in a call to maintenance about her front door and then made arrangements to have Spalding’s piece of shit pickup impounded. Then he ran back over to his apartment for a quick change of clothes while Shea went to get herself ready for the most exciting day of her life.

  She was nervous and shaky and so giddy she felt ridiculous, but it wasn’t every day that a woman got to go on a dream date with her fantasy man. She thought it might even be better than sex, having him all to herself, taking the time to talk and get to know each other, sharing a romantic candlelit dinner.

  Almost. But not quite. There couldn’t be anything in the world better than having Ryan driving deep inside her body, pounding her open—but a dream date definitely qualified as a close second. The only thing that could top the sex would be for him to tell her he loved her—and she sooo wasn’t going to think about that right now.

  Oh, she still wanted it, but she wasn’t going to let her heart screw this up by letting it rule her actions. She was going to have fun and enjoy herself, and that’s just what she did.

  They drank down tall, ice-frothed coffees topped with whipped cream and caramel while weaving their way through the book-lined aisles at Borders, pausing along the way to discuss their favorite authors. Not that she’d ever thought he wasn’t academic or anything—in fact, she thought he was probably one of the sharpest people she’d ever known—but she was taken by surprise by how well-read he actually was. Somehow she’d just never imagined he had much time for reading between his very demanding career and overly active sex life, but he proved her wrong by discussing many of the mainstream, bestselling authors, and even some of the more obscure writers who were just beginning to make a name for themselves.