Page 74 of The Only Thing That's Real
“Hmm... You may have to show me what you mean.”
“With pleasure, Miss Jameson.”
Bucket cradled in one arm, I take her by the hand and head for the kitchen, not wanting to go a second longer without touching her.
Freeing my hands off the ice and champagne, I grip her hips, placing her onto the small kitchen island. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she reaches for her glasses.
“Leave them. You look like a naughty librarian.”
She giggles pushing the heels of her feet into my ass to bring me closer. Her greedy hands push my leather jacket to the floor so she can claw at my T-shirt, impatient to have it off as well.
Relieving her of her sweatshirt, I first look her in the eyes, making sure I have her attention before I take in the rest of her body, wanting her to watch as I worship her.
“Lay back.”
She obeys, hissing and arching her back off the cold, hard surface beneath her. Her hands grip the edge of the counter above her head. Flattening my palm against her chest, I drag it down her body until I reach her silk panties. Bending down, I push my nose into her pussy, breathing her in deeply. Squirming below me, her next hiss isn’t from the cold countertop but from need as I nip at her clit.
I slip my fingers into the sides of the satin at her hips, and she lifts so I can discard it, leaving her bare below me. “You are a fucking goddess, Ryan. And I want to worship at your altar.” My tongue glides up her center and over her clit. I give it a teasing flick but continue up her body, taking a nipple between my lips and circling the pink bud with my tongue.
I reach for the ice and her eyes go big with anticipation before closing. “You ask what I want to be to you?” I circle the same nipple with an ice cube while slowly pushing two fingers inside her. Her moans fill the air, and I never want to leave this damnkitchen.
“I want to be the only one who gives you this kind of pleasure.”
Her eyes fly open, shocked by my words.
I move the ice to her other breast and warm her teased nipple with the heat of my mouth. Her head falls back as sounds of ecstasy escape her lips, her hips grinding against my hand.
“I want to be the only man who hears you make that sound.”
She moans again.
Removing my fingers, I scoot her ass to the edge of the counter, bending down and propping her legs on my shoulders. “I want to be the only man who ever tastes you again.” And then I do just that. I devour her until she comes in my mouth while screaming my name, eliciting my own growl against her most sensitive place and sending her into oblivion.
Before her climax is over, I shove my jeans down, roll a condom on, and enter her in one swift motion. She screams in pleasure and pain. I should have eased into her, but the beast inside me was too insatiable and needed to feel her wrapped around him.
“Sorry, you okay?”
“Yes. Yes. Please don’t stop.”
Holding her in place, so her head doesn’t slide off the countertop, I thrust into her. “I want to be the only one you beg for more.”
Her eyes are closed again, her back arched in pure abandon.
She is exquisite.
Slowing my rhythm, I hover over her, needing to feel my skin against hers without putting my full weight on her. I kissthe place over her heart before my lips trail up her neck, tenderly taking her earlobe between my teeth. “What doyouwant, Ry?”
“You. Just you, Knox.”
Thank God!
“You’ve got me, baby.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Ryan
“You really liked it?”
