“I’m sure,” she says, sliding her hands around my neck.
A beat later, my lips are on hers as I sweep her into my arms.
Twenty-One
Cassie
* * *
I’m breathless and drunk on Ryan’s kisses even before we make it to his bedroom. He kicks the door shut and settles me on top of a homemade quilt on his king-size bed, following me down and aligning his body with mine.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs as he strokes my hair back and recaptures my mouth with his.
Everything about him engulfs me. His woodsy scent mixed with heat and metal. His touch—both the gentleness of his fingers along my neck and the scratch of his stubble against the sensitive skin around my mouth. His taste, rich and intoxicating.
The solid strength of his body.
The soft moan of pleasure as I touch my tongue to his.
Anticipation bubbles through my veins and channels between my legs. I’m not nervous—just excited.
This feels so right. Finally right. Finally everything I’ve wanted and more.
Like maybe the reason I’m still a virgin is that I was waiting for this. For today.
For him.
He pulls out of the kiss and gazes down at me. “If this is too much—if you want me to stop—any time—”
“Please don’t stop.” I run my hands down his neck, over his wide shoulders, and pluck at his tee shirt. “And please get rid of this. I want to see you.”
He reaches behind his head, pulling his tee off in one smooth motion. “Anything else?” he asks with a grin, as I breathlessly take in the sight of his bare skin. He has a light dusting of dark hair across his broad chest and a firefighter badge tattooed over his heart. I trace the ridges of his ribs down to the sculpted beauty of his hard stomach while he leans beside me, letting me inspect him.
“Wow,” I whisper.
“Careful.” He pulls my knuckles to his lips and presses the sweetest kiss to them. “That kind of praise could give a man a big head.”
My gaze drifts lower with a grin. “Really?”
He laughs and tugs at the hem of my shirt. “Oh, yeah. And you’re overdressed.”
“Can you help me? I think I forgot how to undress myself.”
I bat my eyelashes like a big dork, but he just smiles wider, his eyes going smoky and that bulge pressing tighter against my thigh. “It would be my pleasure.”
He scoots down the bed, settles between my legs, and pushes my shirt up, revealing my belly button. Inch by inch, he kisses and licks his way up my chest, pushing my shirt up as he goes, until I’m writhing under his touch.
He pulls my nipple into his mouth through my lace bra, and sheer pleasure flutters from my breasts to my core, pulsing deep inside me, more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. My legs tighten around him instinctively.
“More?” he asks, rubbing at my other nipple through my bra.
“More,” I gasp. I want so much more. And I’m too high on the sensations he’s sparking throughout my body to form any other words.
“Time for this to go.” He pushes my shirt over my head, stroking my arms as he pulls them from the sleeves, his rough fingertips the perfect mix of gentle and possessive, arousing and soothing. He glides his body along mine, settling his thick, hard cock between my legs, and capturing my lips in a kiss that utterly owns me.
I’m wrapped in Ryan, lost and found in him, and I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Ever.
Not San Francisco. Not Savannah’s house.
Not even the next room over.
I just want to be here, with him, this man who feels like home.
“You,” he rasps out as he breaks the kiss, “are an addictive goddess.”
My fingers dance along the hot, flat planes of his chest and I arch closer to the bulge pressing between my thighs, lifting my hips to rub it against where I ache. “More,” I plead.
“Trust me?” he asks while he kisses a trail down my neck.
“Yes.”
He slides back down my body, and I whimper when his hips lift off mine.
But when he pops the button on my jeans and lowers my zipper, licking and stroking my lower belly with his tongue, I’m back in heaven.
“Pink lace,” he murmurs while he nibbles at the top of my panties and angles my hips to pull my pants down to my thighs. “You match.”
“I was hoping for more of a reaction than—Oh God. Ryan!”
His name is a strangled cry as he licks me through my panties.
It’s the most exquisite torture I’ve ever had. I want him to lick me more, but I also want more. Of everything.
“I’ve been dreaming about this forever.” His breath heats the lace covering my sensitive flesh. “And reality is so much better than I’ve ever imagined.”
He strokes me through the lace with his tongue again, and I moan. I’m gripping his hair, the coarse thickness as perfect as everything about him.
“I’m going to take your panties off and make you come in my mouth, Cassie,” he says. “Sound good?”
I think I answer something like yes. My heart is racing, my tongue is dry, and Ryan’s gliding my panties down over my hips. He pulls my shoes off, then my pants, until I’m lying naked on his bed—except for my bra—with cool air drifting over my skin, a sharp contrast to the hot wetness between my legs.
And then his mouth is back where I need it so desperately, licking and kissing before he pauses at the top to suckle my clit into his mouth.
Everything’s so new, but so right.
The burst of pleasure making me ache in my core, need coiling deep inside me while he suckles and strokes me and makes love to me with his mouth until I’m gasping for breath and arching off the bed, my release building thick and heavy under his talented tongue.
“More—yes—there,” I moan.
And suddenly I’m shattering.
Muscles I didn’t know I have tighten and release, my inner walls clenching, and bliss rockets through my veins. My thighs clamp around Ryan’s head as I ride out the new sensations overtaking my body.
So this is what the fuss is about.
The natural high of ultimate pleasure shared with someone else. Except it’s not enough.
I want to share even more with him. I want him inside me.
“More?” I ask.
He chuckles and lifts his head. “That wasn’t enough?”
“I haven’t had you yet,” I answer, suddenly shy. “I mean, that was—you were—amazing, but I want—I want everything, Ryan.”
I freeze, because it strikes me a moment too late that he might think I mean in and out of bed, but his smile’s growing, and his eyes are getting darker, his lids heavy.
“I mean, if you can do that with your mouth, then when you use your…”
“My…?” he prompts.
He’s not laughing. He’s watching me intently, and I swear he smells turned on.
“Your cock,” I whisper. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”
He swears softly, and an instant later, his pants and underwear go flying across the room. I gasp as I take in the sight of his fully naked body—the tight hips, the hollow of his belly button, the very large, very thick, very solid length of his cock.
He snags a condom from the bedside table, and I find my coordination to reach for it, plucking it from his fingers. “May I?”
“Of course,” he says, voice husky.
I want to inspect every inch of him—and there are a lot of inches—but just the sight of his engorged head and erect length is making me ache with emptiness.
There’s no fear, despite his size, because I know as surely as I know my own name that he’ll fit perfectly.
And he’ll be gentle.
I grip him, shocked at how smooth his skin is, and tentatively trace the tip.
Such soft skin over hot iron.
“Cassie,” he grinds out. “If you don’t stop—”
I smile, because I might be a virgin who balks at speaking the word dildo aloud, but I still hear things, and I’ve read my share of romance novels. “Ryan O’Dell, am I making you lose control?”
“Yes,” he grunts.
His eyes flutter shut again, but not before I catch sight of them crossing.
I roll the condom down his length, and as soon as I’m done, he pounces, trapping me against the bed. “Give me just a minute,” he says.
“I—” I start, but then he’s sucking on that magic spot between my neck and shoulders while he unhooks my bra and sneaks a hand under one cup to roll my nipple between his thumb and finger, and I suddenly need a minute too.
“You are so damn sexy,” he tells me.
His cock is pressing against my entrance, but he’s not making any effort to rush. I tilt my hips, my body outside of my control, instinct taking over as he whispers praise of my breasts, my skin, my sweet, delicious pussy.
He sucks my bare nipple into his mouth, and my hips come off the bed at the intensity of the pleasure rocketing to my newly-awakened orgasm muscles. “Ryan,” I cry.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers. “So perfect.”
He presses a kiss to the hollow between my breasts as he pushes into me, slowly stretching my inner walls apart, one careful inch at a time. I open my legs wider and angle my hips to take him deeper, wonder and joy filling my entire being as deeply and fully as he’s filling my body.
“God, Cassie, you’re so perfect.” The strained reverence in his voice nearly brings tears to my eyes. “So tight. Are you okay?”
“More,” I say, because I don’t think I can force anything else out around this lump in my throat.
I grasp his firm ass cheeks and pull while I open myself fully to him.
I want all of him.
I want to feel him in my soul.
He lifts his head and holds my gaze as he fully sheaths himself inside me. He pulls almost all the way out, then glides back in, easier this time. My breath catches as he hits a sensitive spot inside me, and he slows, stroking inside me to hit it again.