Double Take Seduction – by Lisa Rayne #7
The hunger inside him grew fiercer. He kissed his way across her collarbone and down her sternum until his lips reached that delicate valley between her breasts.
Her back arched invitingly. He accepted the invitation and licked his way—slowly, teasingly—back to her pretty brown nipples.
A shiver rippled through her, and her fingers speared into his hair.
Bracing a hand under one breast, he sucked the entire nipple into his mouth.
He rasped the bud flush against the roof of his mouth, pressing it, suckling it until Ryder mewled in ecstasy.
The carnal sound reverberated straight to the engorged stiffness in his pants until he feared the outline of his zipper might become permanently imprinted on his dick.
The unbearable discomfort made him reach down with one hand and undo his belt.
He dragged his zipper down enough to release the pressure at the front of his jeans.
The ragged sound of the zipper lowering resonated against the silence, and her hands eased down to his shoulders, then flattened against his chest.
He stood with his hands at her waist and forehead lowered to hers.
They were approaching the point of no return.
The point at which she finally made him stop or she allowed them to take the pleasure they both so desperately wanted.
With her hands against his shirt, she had to feel the rise and fall of his struggling lungs.
In a voice filled with yearning and passion that probably made him sound like a pathetic teenager, he begged, “Let me inside you.”
A strangled cry escaped her, and she fisted her hands in his shirt. “Oh God ... Justin.”
He cupped her face and lifted it until he could see her eyes. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you. My desire to be inside you is so intense it’s painful.”
She stared into his eyes for what felt like an eternity, searching for something. “How did you know birds-of-paradise are my favorite flower?”
His gaze shifted to the arrangement he’d sent her then back to her hazelish-brown eyes. “You wrote about it in a post on your website.”
“And purple?”
“Uhm ...” This might be a little embarrassing. “It was the color that showed up most often in your personal social media posts.”
Her palms flattened on his chest. “So you stalked my social media accounts?”
“I wouldn’t say stalked .” He placed his hands over hers and whispered, “You wouldn’t talk to me. I had to find another way to get to know you.”
She smiled at that. “ Dammit ,” she whispered back. “I never stood a chance with you, did I?” Her smile morphed into a sassy leer, and brushing a kiss to his mouth, she breathed against his lips, “Condom?”
Relief rattled his heart. “Of course,” he replied quickly.
She dropped her hands to the bottom of his shirt. “Then what are you waiting for? Take this off.”
He grabbed the back of his shirt at his nape and yanked it off.
Carrying her, he walked through the nearest doorway, which appeared to be her home office.
A quick swipe sent half her desk supplies to the floor before he sat her on the side edge.
Her butt had no sooner hit the surface than he grabbed the waistband of her leggings and yanked them down, taking her thong with them.
With a half shriek, she grabbed the edge of the desk to keep herself from being pulled off along with the tight pants. “You wouldn’t be in a hurry, would you?” Laughing, she righted herself.
“Yes.” He kicked off his shoes and tossed his wallet at her. “And what we need is in there.”
With frantic hands, he shoved down his jeans and briefs.
One foot raised to free the first leg, he made the mistake of peeking up and got an eye-level view of her damp, intimate folds.
He immediately lost his balance and had to grab the edge of the desk beside her hip to keep from falling and hitting his head on the edge of the desk.
He glanced up to see humor in her eyes as she pulled the three loose condom packets from his wallet. Something on his face made her expression still.
“Oh yeah,” he teased. “You know what I want.” Not caring that his jeans laid pooled around one ankle, he grabbed her under both knees, spread them wider, and dropped his mouth to that enticing, honeyed nectar between her thighs.
Two of the condom packets flew out of her hand, and Ryder fell back against the desk. The feel of Justin’s full, hot mouth made a greedy need pulse through her core.
His height made this desk position not exactly ideal for his comfort, which wasn’t promising for a well-licked coochie.
So dropping the remaining condom, she sank into pleasure and reached for the button on the side of the desk.
Stretching between flicks of his tongue and long licks that made her squirm in bliss, she fought for a few more inches of reach.
“Oh!” she cried out when his tongue speared deep, temporarily losing focus.
He yanked her squirming body back toward him, a hungry growl emanating from his lapping mouth.
With Herculean effort, she shifted sideways until she found the button she sought.
The desktop levered higher, and his startled gaze snapped to hers from between her thighs.
Realizing she lay on a height-adjustable desk, he grinned in approval.
“Nice.” He adjusted her position, knocking off everything that remained on the desktop except for her lamp.
His two middle fingers slid into her wetness, and he spread her wide with his outer fingers.
“Perfect. Now let’s make you come.” He lowered his chest across the desk, dropped his mouth to her clit, and settled in.
“Oh, yes. ” She put a hand behind his head and lifted her feet flat onto the desk. “Right there.”
He feasted, alternating between flat-tongued licks and quick flicks of the tongue.
Fingers pumped fast and deep only to slow down each time she got close to cresting the peak.
The slowed, tortuous undulations of his fingers kept her hovered at the edge of release and made her want to scream.
Finally, she did just that. With his hand pressed hard on her mons, her clit sucked deep into his mouth against an active tongue, she clamped shaking thighs around his head and screamed his name so loud she feared her neighbors could hear.
He gave her only a few minutes to recover—the time it took to completely shed his jeans—before he grabbed her up. “Top or bottom?”
“What?” Her frazzled synapses couldn’t process what he was asking.
“You want to be on top or the bottom?”
Realizing they were headed for her plush pink rug on the floor, she made a quick choice. “Bottom.” She wanted to feel his weight on her this first time.
He laid her down and snatched a condom packet from the floor. She pulled off the tank top still bunched at her waist while he deftly sheathed himself. Positioning himself between her legs, he notched his dick at her center and looked into her eyes as he slid inside her with one smooth thrust.
God, that felt good.
They began to move in tandem, and the pleasure of him swamped her. The fullness of him inside her. The way his earthy cologne mingled with the natural scent of him. The taste of his hot skin against her tongue.
Hands clasped against his flexing buttocks, she spurred him on, thrusting up hard into his pumping hips.
She moaned in appreciation of his most excellent work and wrapped her legs around his back.
His hands slid beneath her, and he tilted her hips upward.
He growled in triumph at the improved angle and sank gloriously deeper, gritting his teeth to hold on to his control.
Thrusting faster now, his body drove into hers.
The sounds of skin against skin, the moans of his name from her lips, and the groans of her name from his filled the room until they reached that peak of endorphin-laden ecstasy, and she launched over one more time.
Crying out, she shuddered through the orgasm that pulsed around his magnificently thick, hard shaft.
He gave one last pump and shouted her name as he came.
Collapsing on top of her, he buried his face in her neck and pressed his lips to her skin.
Her arms flopped wide. “Oh wow.”
Rolling to her side, he said, “More like, holy hell.” He reached for the box of displaced tissues on the floor by his knee and disposed of the condom in the trash bin by her desk.
With laughter in her voice, she admitted, “Okay, so that may have been worth it.”
He turned electric-green eyes to her and laid back down. “Worth it?”
She sobered. “Having them mad at us.”
With an intense gaze, he trailed his fingers along the back of her hand on the floor between them and said very softly, “It was absolutely worth it.” Reaching under her palm, he laced their hands together. “You know I’m keeping you, right?”
She made to move away, but he squeezed tighter on her fingers.
In a raspy voice filled with firm tenderness, he whispered, “Be still.”
She tensed at his command but stilled. Attempting to free her hand, she tugged without meeting his gaze. He didn’t release her.
“No,” he said. “Just be still. I need you to hear me . You’re mine now.”
“You know, we can’t do this. Mac is going to kill me. Your brother?—”
He pulled her into his arms. This time, she didn’t fight him.
“They won’t be mad. At least not for long. I guarantee you if Jules were completely serious about you, I wouldn’t have been able to get within ten feet of your front door.”
Snuggled against him, she let her fingers play lightly in the hair on his chest. “What about y’all’s rule?”
“Maybe it’s not necessary anymore.” He trailed his fingers across her back. “Let me ask you this. If you knew they wouldn’t care, or at least, they would forgive us in a short amount of time, would you want this to last?”
Stricken, she rolled out of his arms, trying to push up from the rug. He refused to fully release her. He yanked her back down and rolled so he was on top of her.
Grasping her hands, he pressed them against the plush piling on either side of her head. “I think that look on your face tells me what I want to know, but I need to hear you say it.”
She closed her eyes and released a huge breath. “Yes.”
His hand went to her cheek, and his finger stroked along her jaw until she opened her eyes. “Then you need to know I’m keeping you. And the rest will work itself out. Besides, Jules already knows I’m here. Who do you think drew up the deed documents for me?”
Her eyes widened. “What!”
“I told him you preferred me, by the way.”
Her eyes narrowed as she tried to decide whether he was joking. “You didn’t?”
“I did. He told me good luck. If I got you to give me a chance, he’d back off.” He grinned sheepishly. “Of course, I don’t think he expected me to succeed with Gardner. And definitely not with you. He has a very inflated sense of his way with women.”
She chuckled. “Kind of sounds like you do, too.”
A smirk crossed his beautiful lips, and he gave her a pointed look. “Am I hearing complaints?”
Euphoria still bubbled through her, so there was only one answer. “Nope.”
Guess she’d have to go accept all those apologies from her repentant friend. After all, she kind of owed Mac a thank you for the introduction. She’d let Justin deal with setting things straight—or whatever he had to do—with his imp of a brother.
“Good.” He glanced at the stray packets of condoms a few feet away. “We’ll do this properly by finding your bed in a few. But for now ...”
Properly? If he got any more proper at this, she’d be unable to walk for the next few days.
He kissed her deeply, reverently. “About you and me. What do you say?”
She grinned up at him, satisfied that life was about to get a whole lot better. “Yeah, I’m keeping you, too.”
LISA RAYNE writes sexy contemporary and banter-laden historical romance across the span of time.
An avid reader, the only thing she likes more than curling up with a good book is writing one.
When she’s not writing, Lisa spends her time serving as track mom to the youngest of her two daughters, watching planner flipthroughs on YouTube, and plotting how to get one of her novels turned into a movie featuring Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson.