When Rylen’s mouth came down over mine again, all words and worries fled. His lips were the perfect amount of supple. His knee pressed down between my thighs until I opened up for him and he lowered his weight between my legs, making me moan when I felt his hard bulge rub the crease of my jeans. He pressed against me and I grabbed his waist, pulling him down harder, wishing there were no clothes between us.
Rylen stilled and turned his head aside, letting out a huge breath like he was trying to stay in control of himself. Then, to my disappointment, he rose and moved off me, onto his side, propped on his elbow, looking down at me in a heated way that made my disappointment disappear. His hand slipped under my T-shirt and pressed hotly against my stomach. My back arched into his touch. He watched me, as if mesmerized. And then his fingers flicked open the button of my jeans.
I inhaled sharply and stared at him.
“I seem to remember you calling me a certain name,” he said. His tone was full of menacing promise that made my pulse quicken. My face flushed when I realized what name he was talking about.
“I really have no idea where that came from.” I laughed nervously as he pulled my zipper down. “I’ve never used that phrase in my life.”
“Mm-hm. That may be, but I feel the need to redeem myself from the accusation, just the same.”
“Ry . . .” I sucked in another breath as he sat up and tucked his fingers into the sides of my jeans. He looked down at me seriously. My heart was beating as if I’d run a marathon.
“Lift your hips.”
When I hesitated out of sheer nervousness, he whispered, “Trust me.”
So nervous. So nervous. So nervous.
Without taking my eyes from him, I lifted my hips. His intense gaze was so satisfying that it sent a hot zap through my blood. My jeans were tossed to the floor, my panties still in place. A second later and he was at my side again, kissing me so well I could’ve passed out from bliss. His warm hand roamed my waist, down my hip, to my outer thigh. My breathing hitched as his hand moved inward over the swell of my inner thigh, but instead of touching my center, he went back around my leg to my hip and back over my stomach, leaving me yearning. I let out a moan of aching, trying not to wiggle, and he grinned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Now you’re definitely being a tease.”
He chuckled and nibbled my lower lip as his hand dipped beneath the elastic of my underwear. I held my breath. Rylen’s lips stilled on mine as his fingers slid down and discovered how wet I was for him. I almost felt embarrassed until he shut his eyes and let out the most masculine groan I’d ever heard. That sound alone nearly made me overheat. His fingers slid back up and moved with just enough pressure over the sensitive folds and nub that I’d accused him of teasing last night.
I bit my lip to try and stay quiet, but I couldn’t help but raise my hips for more.
Rylen whispered a curse under his breath and his hand moved faster. I couldn’t stay still. I pressed my hands over the top of his and moved my hips, breathing hard.
“Oh, my God. Ry . . .” His hand moved faster, pressing harder.
“Fuck this.” Rylen sat up, ripped my panties down my legs, and then his mouth was there. My entire back arched upward and my head flew back at the feel of his hot lips on my most tender spot, his tongue flicking and tasting with exquisite pressure. Then I felt the heaviness of his finger pushing into me, and the combined stimulation was like a flame to a bomb inside of me, lighting one after another nerve, detonating bursts of pleasure so intense they walked the edge of pain. I grasped his hair as I cried out, unable to stay quiet any longer. Rylen firmly held my hips in place as I bucked until I finally stilled, quivering from the inside.
I was so sensitive when he made his way back up to me, that my body convulsed with aftershocks. He gave me the utterly sexy look of a man who’d staked his claim and was damn proud of himself. I couldn’t help but giggle, especially when I tried to lift my hand to his face and found my arm was like a noodle.
“Okay, I take back what I said,” I whispered.
Now it was his turn to chuckle. When I caught my breath, I sat up and pushed his shoulder so he was laying down, and then I straddled him and kissed him. I was still so sensitive that my body trembled when I touched my nakedness against the hard heat of his track shorts. His eyes took on a smoky darkness when he felt me rub against him.
I wasn’t ready to stop. I was nervous, but this was Rylen. Slowly, I took the bottom of my T-shirt and raised it over my head. His clouded eyes took in the sight of me as he ran his hands from my hips up my waist. I fought the jitters and reached back to unclasp my bra and toss it away.
Rylen sat up with me still on his lap, his hands behind my back, and lifted me enough to take one of my breasts into his mouth. I whimpered as his tongue swirled around it and pulled back, sucking and releasing my nipple with a gentlesnapuntil it was a hard bud. He gave the other equal treatment, and I was shocked by how turned on I was again. I couldn’t control the eager, passionate sounds that continued to escape me.
I looked down at Rylen’s sexy torso. He’d lost some of his bulk, but his lean muscles were defined. I ran my hands over him. I greedily touched him like I’d wanted to for so long. And I wanted to touch much, much more of him. I slid down his legs just enough to rub him through his shorts. Holy, shit. Rylen fell back with a guttural hiss and grasped the tops of my thighs.
A rattling sound from the entrance had me scrambling to get off his lap, but he held me in place and shouted, “Fuck off!” toward the door. Someone was trying to use their key to get in, but Rylen had flipped the inside lock.
“Dude!” Tater shouted through the door. “Some Airman from Nellis just showed up, half dead, and we can’t find Amber!”
