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  He’d said he wanted to fuck her, and that’s what she wanted too, more than anything, but somehow this was all moving so fast and she was suddenly finding herself more anxious than she’d actually thought she’d be. Ryan was as sexually experienced as a guy could get, and even though she had a good grasp of the fundamentals, there was still so much that she’d never experienced in real time—beyond the realm of her sexual fantasies. What if he could tell? What if she did something that clued him in and sent him running again?

  As if he sensed the jumble of emotions roaring through her sensory-overloaded system, he grunted, “It’s okay, Shea. You’re fine. Don’t fight it, honey. You feel how wet you are? How swollen your little cunt lips feel?” His voice had gone rough with awe, thick with need. “You really do want me, don’t you?”

  The evidence of just how much she wanted him was drenching their fingers, making her swollen pussy hot and slick with cream. Ryan left no part of her untouched, as if he were greedy for it all, every slick surface and texture. His hands moved hers, fingers guiding fingers, slow and knowingly. Then his long, rough middle finger penetrated the tiny opening of her body, working its way up through the wonderfully constricting tightness of her cunt.

  His groan was long, deep—almost pain-filled—and he didn’t stop until he had it buried up to his palm.

  Shea made no sound at all, afraid one soft sigh or fractured breath would shatter her into a million pieces. She’d never imagined just having his finger shoved inside of her could feel so…so…intense. So full. Her muscles were clenching deep inside, clamping down on him, desperate for more. It felt so different than when Jimmy had touched her—so much fuller, richer, hotter.

  “You’re like a wet little mouth squeezing my finger, Shea. I’ve never felt anything so tight and wet. Shit, it must’ve been a long time for you, huh?” he muttered angrily, working his big finger out and back in, still trapping her own hand beneath his palm, grinding it against her clit. “Is that why you want me in here? Why you’re willing to lower yourself and let me cram my hungry cock into this creamy cunt—because it’s been too damn long since you were fucked raw?”

  The callous words burned, but Shea knew what he was doing. Ryan liked his walls, and he was tough enough to fight dirty, even now, to keep them intact. He was willing to be ugly and crude to keep her from breaking through and reaching him. But she hadn’t come this far to let him get away from her now. Swallowing her frustration, she said, “It’s not going to work this time, Ry. You’re not going to scare me away and hurt my feelings, so give it up.”

  The hand trapped beneath his twisted until she was able to reverse positions and grip his own, forcing his finger even deeper, making them both moan. “I want you here,” she told him in a husky whisper, moving her hips, “because it’s where you belong. You know it’s true. You’ve just been too damn stubborn to admit it.”

  That hit too close to the truth, and so he fought back the only way he knew how. “What were you really looking for, Shea?” His tone was snide as he leaned back and gave her a deliberately lewd look, thrusting a second large finger into her, knowing it was too much for the narrow slit to take. Her taut flesh was stretched and straining, quivering from his penetration. “Did you want what Rich Spalding was dishing out? Is that what turns you on, honey? You want a man big enough to get rough with you?”

  Shea shivered, but she didn’t back down. “You don’t scare me, so stop trying. I know you’d never hurt a woman. You can call me names because you’re angry or afraid, but it’s not going to send me running, Ry. There’s no way in hell you could ever hurt me.”

  His eyes blazed. “If you really believe that, then you’re even more naïve than you look. I’d never physically hurt you on purpose, that’s true—but if you’re expecting anything more from me than this, then you are going to get hurt!”

  Her mouth opened to launch another argument, but Ryan twisted his fingers and jammed them into a sweet spot buried deep inside of her, bringing instead a sharp gasp from between her lips. Then his thumb found her stiff clit, brushing it so softly she thought her heart would stop.

  “But you’re just going to have to deal with it, because I’m through fighting this thing between us.” His mouth pressed against hers, rough and insistent, the words grunted against her lips. “And I’m not afraid of you.”

  “The hell you aren’t!” She pulled back to see his face, and the knowing look in her big gray eyes was all woman. It scared the hell out of him.

  “I wish I knew why. Whatever happened to you before, I’m not—I’d never hurt you. I lo—”

  The words were cut off as quickly as they’d tumbled forth, lost beneath the hungry assault of his mouth as it slashed across hers. His jaws worked as he moved his head from one angle to another, testing the fit of their mouths, forcing her to let him deeper. His tongue stroked her lips, her teeth, then arrowed to the back of her throat, tasting her completely, as if he’d eat her alive. As if he couldn’t get quite deep enough into her.

  Now the sexy growls he made, so savage and raw, were thrust deep into her mouth while he stroked and penetrated, demanding everything from her.

  For a moment Shea was lost, drowning beneath the hungry demands of his lips and tongue, her heart beating like a maddened thing ready to burst through her chest. His taste was incredible, like honey and cinnamon, making her crave more and more. She wanted to drink him in until she was drunk on him, until he’d filled all the empty hollows of her life with his warm, sexy flavor.

  Suddenly their wet fingers were pulling at his clothes, and together they somehow managed to pull his T-shirt over his head, all but ripping the seams in their urgency. When he pressed his bare chest against her naked breasts, she thought she’d die from the pleasure of it. His golden brown chest hair, slightly darker than that on his head, chafed against her sensitive nipples and they instantly hardened into two distinct little points, stabbing into the sculpted wall of muscle.

  Ryan’s mouth broke from hers long enough for him to lower his head and take one pretty pink nipple into the biting wet suction of his mouth. A raw cry of need rushed from her, answered by his own gruff sound of arousal as he ate at her plump breast, his jaws and throat working to take her in.

  Just when Shea thought she couldn’t take the exquisite torture a moment longer, Ryan moved to her other breast, laving her nipple, and then drawing it between his lips so he could work it against the roof of his mouth. He sucked on her until incoherent sobs were fighting their way through her parted lips and she was dripping down the insides of her trembling thighs.

  His mouth found hers again and her hunger swiftly burst forth, despite the strange feeling of exposure and vulnerability. This time she kissed him back, her tongue every bit as wild and untamed as his own, eager to claim more of his heady taste. Their bodies went slick with heat and sweat, their mingled breaths choppy and raw.

  That was it. The first soft stroke of her tongue and Ryan knew with a sickening certainty that he wasn’t going to be able to stop with just this one taste of her. Not that he honestly wanted to do any such thing, but the rational part of his mind had still known it was wrong to take things this far.

  Before she knew what he was doing, he dipped his finger into her pussy again—not deep, just enough to collect her cream—and then he lifted that finger up to his face and sucked the gleaming digit straight into his mouth. Shea watched in fascinated need as he licked it clean, his eyes burning with hunger while he held her stare. His hand was so wet with her juices that his lips were left glistening with them, the scent of her pussy sweet and clean as it filled the air between them, and she took in huge mouthfuls as she struggled for breath. Then his tongue flicked out to lick his lips, clearly savoring her taste, and she trembled as if he’d actually licked her own skin instead.

  Ryan growled a dark, deep guttural sound that rumbled straight up from his chest. Watching her every moment of the way, he slowly lowered his face to hers. “Open your mouth,” he grunted,
and the second she parted her lips, he stroked them with his tongue. She groaned at the eroticism of the action, and then he sent his tongue deep, sharing her flavor with her in the sexiest way she could’ve ever imagined. Her heart beat so strong it felt like death, and yet her body had never felt more alive, as if every cell were crying out in need for this searing physical connection.

  When he finally lifted his head, she was dazed and panting, her cheeks flushed with violent color. Ryan thought she looked like the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. And she was finally going to be his.

  He smiled down at her, his look far more dangerous than any she’d ever seen before, like that of a predator preparing to devour its next meal—as if he’d get under her skin, straight to the insatiable cravings buried beneath flesh and bone. When he spoke, his lust-roughened voice stroked her naked skin like a warm rush of pleasure, making her lower body clench, her pussy spasming in need, desperate for something to fill it. His fingers or tongue or cock! God, anything, she wanted to scream, just get it in me!

  “You taste exactly how I knew you would, Shea. Your mouth, your cunt, your tits. Everything about you is just so damn sweet,” he growled, leaning back enough to give him a clear view of her naked, quivering body. “You’re just so damn beautiful—I can’t stop looking at you,” he grunted. “Every incredible inch of this sweet little body—I just wanna fucking fill up on it!”

  In a thick, sensual haze, Shea watched him drop to his knees in front of her, felt his big hands on the insides of her trembling thighs, spreading them wide, forcing them to part for his shoulders. The width made her lose her balance, but he pressed into her, securing her legs, his face practically buried in her muff. Jesus. Was it just ten minutes ago that he’d never even touched her, not even a friggin’ handshake, and now he was getting an up-close and personal shot of her dripping pussy, his nose nearly touching the small triangle of curls?

  Ryan took a deep breath, flicking a quick glance up at her flushed, excited face. Oh, yeah. She wanted this as bad as he did. His fingers sifted through her delicate curls, teasing her, and he couldn’t resist the temptation to watch as his long fingers tweaked through the silky little patch glistening with her juices. The lips of her cunt were preciously bare beneath her pretty black swirls of hair. “I love your little patch, Shea. It’s soft, sexy as hell. And these bare lips, so slippery and wet, are just begging to be sucked and licked.”

  His fingers moved lower, skimming over her ripe, near-to-bursting clit, and he laughed a wicked sound of triumph when her body jolted in reaction. Then he moved the hand that had been gripping her thigh and used it to separate her pink, swollen lips, opening her cunt to him so he could take a nice long look. Damn it, he’d have liked more light, but wasn’t willing to get up and go turn on another lamp.

  Her belly hollowed out with her swift intake of breath, her thighs trembling with tension. “Oh shit.”

  Ryan smiled at the tremor in her voice. “Mmm…I can see all of you now, Shea. Every soft, pink inch of your pretty cunt. It’s gorgeous, baby. Fucking incredible.” His fingers stroked over her, circling the tiny hole, and then, without warning, he shoved those two big, rough fingers straight up into her again, jerking a low scream from her throat.

  Jesus, it was gonna damn near kill him when he finally got around to putting his cock in her. She was stretched tight around him, her inner muscles squeezing and contracting as they tried to make room for the thick intrusion.

  Every muscle in his arm was tight and delineated as he slowly pulled his fingers free, and then he thrust again, shoving them deeper than before, and she clamped down on him so tightly this time that his breath hissed out between his teeth. “Keep your eyes on me,” he growled. Then he leaned forward, flicked his tongue out against her swollen clit, pulled his fingers free, and shoved in three.

  A strangled cry broke from her throat, but she managed to keep her big gray eyes on his, staring down at him over the pale, smooth skin of her stomach, the silver hoop in her navel glinting in the soft light, while her short nails dug into his naked shoulders.

  One hand held her open, his other pulling out from between her legs to clutch tightly against her hip, his fingers biting hard enough to bruise. His head went lower, and he gave her one long, delicious lick that started at her vulva and ended in the soft stroking of his tongue across her clit again. And still she managed to hold his dark-eyed stare. Then he drew the throbbing, swollen knot of her clit into his mouth, nibbled with his teeth, gave it a gentle suck, and her mind fractured, thoughts spiraling out of control.

  “Damn…shit…oh damn it,” she gasped, panting, and the sound of her desperation sent him right over the edge. With a deep, feral growl, his eyes closed and his mouth opened completely over her drenched cunt, taking all of it. His fingers had slipped away only to be replaced by the rough stab of his tongue as his face pressed into her, going deep as if he would crawl right up inside.

  He kept her spread wide, his fingers hard, his body shuddering from the sight and smell and taste of her. All his senses were in complete, utter, catastrophic breakdown—a meltdown into total oblivion. The tiny mouth of her cunt nestled in that soft, pussy-pink flesh was quivering, gasping for him, as rivulets of pearly, syrupy sweet juice began streaming from the tiny slit.

  Fuck. How in the hell was he ever going to fit in there? He’d rip her or tear her, when he’d rather die than cause her pain—but then, he’d die if he didn’t get inside of her too. Shit, this was a nightmare and a friggin’ fantasy fuck all rolled into one. He felt so raw, stripped of skin and muscle until there was nothing but this aching need for her that speared straight into his bones. His breathing came so hard and fast, he couldn’t hear anything but his own violent whoosh of air; knew he wouldn’t hear her if she begged him to stop, and still he held her open, pressed wide, exposed and vulnerable and his to do with as he pleased.

  So utterly…undeniably his.

  “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you? How bad I want to fuck you? How much I want to cram myself into this sweet little cunt, packing it full until you’ve taken every damn inch of me? Do you, Shea?”

  His answer came in a low, keening sound of need that ripped from her throat, and before him, just a fraction from his mouth, her cunt gushed with cream until the satiny juices were gleaming down the insides of her pale thighs, dripping back into the little valley between the rosy cheeks of her beautiful ass.

  Oh, fuck it, he couldn’t take this. Before he could remember any of the things he knew about finesse and seduction and sex, his mouth was covering her again, his tongue shoved deep, spearing into that sweet hole, tongue-fucking her as if his very life depended on it. And damn it, maybe it did.

  He was locked into her, ready to eat his way through, his mouth and tongue sucking and stroking, drinking her down his throat like fine wine. For the first time in his life, Ryan was locked into a woman’s pussy, not because of ego or sense of fair play, but because he’d go mad if he didn’t have her taste in his head. He wasn’t breathing now, wasn’t sure if his heart was even still beating, but he was eating her as if he couldn’t live without the taste of her in his mouth, drawing sustenance from this grasping slit.

  His face pressed into her, his throat working, and he pushed up harder against her slippery flesh. Closer—hell, he had to get closer. His head angled for a tighter fit. His fingers bit into the soft swell of her ass, holding her up, angling her so he could get even deeper, and…oh, God, he was there…just drinking her in…his tongue hitting the perfect spot over and over and over. She closed around him, milking his tongue, pulling it into her convulsing sheath, and he pressed harder, his entire face buried in the sweet humid warmth of her cunt.

  Now he could hear her raw, screaming cries of release over the roaring in his ears. She came long and hard and heavy, flooding against his face, into his mouth, and he just kept going. He couldn’t stop. It’d taken him over, like some primal, primitive force trying to draw him into this woman forever.
He felt like a drowning man who’d surrendered himself to the currents. Hell, he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to pull his tongue out of her without dying to shove it right back up this hot little cunt. He’d never be able to look at her and not remember her taste, not think about doing this again and again. Never think about her and not want to go down on her more than he wanted his next breath.

  Oh, shit. He had to get the fuck away from her! Now!

  Shea trembled against the wall as he quickly pulled back, stumbling to his feet a safe distance away from her naked, gleaming body that was wildly flushed and so obviously ready. His head was spinning and he knew the look in his eyes was wild, his features drawn tight in a hard scowl, which she’d see as soon as she managed to open her eyes.

  The tiny spasms of pleasure that remained shuddered through her body, quivering through her muscles, flowing through her blood. Okay, she thought. Mmm…wow. That was sooo not what she’d expected. His tongue—so soft, yet rough—gentle, yet hard. A small smile broke across her face with the thought that if fucking him was as good as this had been, then she was setting herself up for a really big addiction. The pleasure pumping through her was definitely a narcotic, and she had the uncomfortable feeling that it was going to be more than painful if her plans failed here tonight and he walked away from her.

  She filled her lungs with a much-needed gulp of air, knowing she’d avoided looking at him long enough. She opened her heavy lids, surprised, not to mention severely disappointed by the look in the dark blue eyes staring back at her. Well, hell. She may have limited experience when it came to these things, but she was fairly positive that the look on his face was not a good sign.

  There was just a flash of a moment that she thought she was going to cry, just break down and bawl like a friggin’ baby after the events of the night, but she pulled it together in time, pleased to find that she had more backbone than that. She used it to hide the frustration in her as best she could, knowing on some weird, instinctual female level that he’d pulled away from her in more than just the physical sense. No, she wasn’t going to get her chance after all, and to be honest, she’d rather go without than have him take her with that strange look on his face, as if he didn’t know whether he wanted to kiss her or kill her.