FOURTEEN
The plump, juicy berry skimmed across Sophie’s lips, raising a moan to her throat.
“Open your mouth.”
She did, and Con dipped the berry between her lips. She bit into the delicious ripeness and released the moan trapped inside as flavors burst on her tongue. Crisp champagne mingled with the sweet fruit.
Before she could say anything, Con kissed her.
Oh god. Her stomach pitched with desire. Need pooled between her thighs, and her pussy clenched hard.
Throwing her arms around his neck, she yanked him down on top of her. His weight made her cry out at the exquisite pressure.
When he swept his tongue over her lips, she parted them for him, accepting, needy. He plunged his tongue inside, dancing it across hers and leaving tingles in her soul.
She hooked her ankle around his hip, tugging him closer. The bulge in his jeans crushed into her pussy.
“I want you—now!” She clawed at his T-shirt.
In a graceful move like a football player on the field, he maneuvered to allow her to strip it off him. As their lips crashed together again, she trailed her fingers over the warm steel of his chest.
Tearing from the kiss, she rasped, “I thought we were only doing this one time.”
“Less talk.” He took control of her mouth. Her body. Her heart.
Walking his fingers up her bare thighs, he caused shiver after shiver in her. His dark eyes locked on hers. “Sophie…what’s happening between us?”
“I don’t know.” She wasn’t lying or avoiding the question—she had never felt anything like this before. The pull between them was magnetic. He was a dark, forbidden universe and she’d been sucked in.
“Take me.”
“Give me my name.”
Her heart thumped hard against her chest. “Ryan.” The syllables emitted as a breath of air heated with passion.
He captured her mouth again. Covering her pussy with his palm, he stroked the edge of his thumbnail up the seam to her clit.
A muffled cry escaped her. Her pussy squeezed and flooded with juices. The soft glide of his fingers through her panties left her aching. When he dipped a finger under the elastic and located her soaking center, she throbbed .
Wiggling, she tried to get closer. Needed it. Needed him.
There was only one word for what he was doing.
He owned her.
As she bucked into his hand, he stared down into her eyes until her head swam. She went for his fly and in short order, pulled out his cock. The hard steel in her palm set her on fire.
“I want to taste you.”
He stilled. In a sleek move, he pushed onto his knees. She did the same. Her chest heaved.
At the same time she reached to strip off her dress, he shoved his jeans and underwear down his hips.
He finished before she did and lunged for her, pressing her back on the mattress.
“My panties!”
He hooked a finger in the side and snapped it like it was made of nothing more than a web. “What panties?”
Their kiss consumed her. She lost herself in the dizzying feel of Ryan on top of her. Roaming her hands over his chest, shoulders and spine, she finally dug her nails into his carved buttocks.
In another of his unpredictable moves, he threw himself on his back and yanked her on top of him in the sixty-nine position, straddling his face.
When his hot breath washed over her soaking folds, she gasped out. Then he burrowed his tongue deep…and Sophie gave herself up to him.
* * * * *
Sophie’s sweet flavors coating his tongue stole his damn mind. He could stay here all night and never come up for air.
Her round bottom swirled in the air, the movement sending him too close to the edge. He grasped her hips to still them, but she continued to churn her ass, grinding her clit onto his tongue.
Her hard rasps of pleasure turned into throaty moans. He eased a finger inside her.
She stopped breathing.
He withdrew it and damn near lost it as her inner walls gripped at his digit to keep it there.
Adding a second, he plunged both back in.
She thrashed her head. “Ryan!”
On the next thrust, he filled her with three fingers.
“Oh…my…god!” She rocked faster, taking what she needed.
When she ducked her head and swallowed his cock to the root, he was sure he died. Twice.
He had plenty of sex in his life, but nothing compared to this. The right time, the right place…the right woman.
Everything fell into place like tumblers of a lock.
He threw himself into making her come while forcing back his own release. If she didn’t stop doing that thing with her mouth, he was going to lose it too soon.
With a sucking pull on his cock, she blew his mind. He doubled down on his tongue action and fucked her with three fingers until he felt her body bow.
On a sharp cry, she came in pounding waves. The contractions of her orgasm damn near sent him over the edge too.
He grasped her by the waist and rolled her flat on her back.
“Fuck!”
She stared up at him, eyes hazy with passion and the release that must still be coursing through her. “What’s wrong?”
“Condom.”
He moved to climb off the bed and locate one.
Before he could move an inch, she hooked her legs around his back and yanked him in with surprising strength.
He could have resisted her. He didn’t.
“Sophie…”
“Take me with no barrier, Ryan. I’m clean and I’m on birth control.”
He bit back a growl. Hell. He’d never been inside a woman without protection before. Doing so now, with her…
“I don’t know if I’ll survive you.”
She huffed out a laugh while dragging him in even closer. He dropped his forehead to hers, fighting—
What? Only himself.
He sank into her pussy. Balls-deep. The tight squeeze of her hot pussy had him just about bursting. He claimed her mouth with a fierce possessiveness that he’d never displayed before now, and sure as fuck never felt until this beautiful woman.
He took her hard and fast—there was no other way. The bed shook and his balls clutched with each shove deep inside her. When he felt her juices slick his stiff cock, and heard her breaths come faster, he lost himself to the moment.
He drove deep. Withdrew with a shudder. Thrust in. Out.
“Sophie. I’m coming. I’m—”
“Come inside me, Ryan. Fill me!”
The first jet shot from him with a swiftness that stole his sanity. Tossing his head back on a bellow, he churned his hips and poured his seed into her in swift spurts.
Her lips trailed across his jaw. Grazed down his neck.
With a final growl, he took her mouth for his own again. The instant their lips brushed, he softened the kiss. Tenderness spread through his body, pulsing just as hard as the release still hammering in his veins.
Her fingertips clung to his spine as their kiss spiraled on.
When he lifted his head and studied her eyes, he realized his mistake.
The biggest mistake—and greatest glory—of his life.
In that instant, he gave up his heart to the most perfect woman alive.
And then everything came crashing down as he realized the worst part.
Her reaction to their fake relationship was enough to tell him exactly how she felt. She didn’t want something permanent in her life, even if he could give it to her.
He couldn’t keep her.