Chapter 20 #2
“And danger.” She swallowed to choke down the lump in her throat. “Not too sure I’m big on the constant danger. It can get a little tiring after a while.”
“So you’re saying you’re a small-town girl at heart?”
No, she was saying… “Some people are afraid to dream, so they’re not really sure what they want.”
A nod. “You’re being honest with me.”
“And you’re being honest with me.” Talk about a completely new experience.
He crept toward her. “Little scary, isn’t it?”
It was. “Not quite as scary as being kidnapped and waking up to a guy saying he’ll cut off your fingers but, yes, it’s intense.”
Ryan studied her a moment longer, then nodded. “I’ll be down the hall. You know where my room is.” He turned away.
Hold up. That was it? “You’re leaving?”
He glanced back at her. “I’m sorry. I’ve never fallen in love before, so I’m pretty sure that I’ve been screwing things up with you from the beginning.”
What. The. Hell? Had he just said love?
“But I wanted you to know how I felt. I didn’t want to lie to you about my feelings. I wanted to be able to stare you in the eyes and just tell you the truth. Confession is supposed to be good for the soul, isn’t it?” The faint lines around his mouth deepened.
“You…you are not falling in love with me.”
He simply stared back at her.
“Ryan?” A fist seemed to squeeze her heart.
“I lied to Jezebel. I am not lying to you. I am falling in love with you.” He reached for the door. He walked away. He left her there when her emotions were all over the place. When she was thrilled and terrified and completely lost as to what she should do next.
Ryan Quinn was falling for her.
Ryan was…
Gone.
He pulled the door closed behind him. She stood in the hotel bedroom, trying to decide what she should do and then…
She knew.
She yanked open that hotel room door and raced after him.
He heard the door open behind him. Ryan turned around. Dammit, he’d been trying to do the right thing. Even as it gutted him. All he’d wanted was to pull Simone into his arms. To kiss every inch of her. To show her how much he truly did love her.
She ran to him. She threw her body against his. His arms opened automatically, then closed around her. He pulled her up, and his mouth crashed onto hers. They kissed with desperate need and ferocious hunger, and she was everything that he had ever wanted in his entire life.
His match.
His fantasy.
His heart.
Her tongue licked against his. Her breasts pushed against his chest. Her body rubbed against his, and his eager dick could not get harder. He wanted to strip her. He wanted to take her. Over and over again.
Hold her while you can.
Take her before you lose her.
That was his greatest fear—losing her.
His mouth tore from hers. “Want you.” Speech was a major struggle. He mostly just wanted to growl and devour her.
“Good. Because I am planning to lick you all over.”
Wait, what? What had Simone just said? And could she say it again?
But she pulled back from him. Her lips were red and full. Her bright eyes gleaming. “You cannot walk around with tats like that and not expect to get licked.”
Every muscle in his body tightened. “That’s a…bad idea.” A guttural warning.
But her hands were fluttering over his chest. Dipping down to his stomach. And her mouth was following the path. Kissing him lightly. Licking…
My control will not last. Then again, as he’d told her, his control never lasted where she was concerned.
“Oh, I disagree.” A purr from Simone. “I think it’s a fabulous idea. Let’s follow the beautiful ink and see where this low one on your abdomen goes…”
And she was following it. Dropping to her knees. Caressing his skin with those luscious lips of hers. Feathering over him and tormenting him. Ryan’s hands clenched into fists at his sides because if he touched her, it would be over.
He’d fuck her in the narrow hallway.
Against the wall.
When there was a perfectly good bed not far away.
Technically there were two good beds near them and…
She’d just shoved down his jogging pants. Ryan sucked in a hard breath. “There is no tattoo there.” As if he’d let a tattoo needle near his dick.
“Are you sure?” Her breath blew over the dick that surged toward her. “I really need to check. Have to be thorough and all of that.”
He looked down at her. One of her delicate hands curled around the base of his dick. She guided him toward her mouth. Her lips parted, and she took the head of his cock inside.
Fuck.
Fuck.
She sucked him. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, licking him, and then she was pulling him in ever deeper.
They weren’t making it to either of the beds near them. Nope.
His control shattered. Ryan yanked her up.
Ripped away her silky, black pajama bottoms. Distantly, he heard the sound of fabric tearing.
He thought it might have been her panties because he’d managed to get her pajama pants off just fine.
He left her button-up pajama top on, no time to get rid of it.
He heaved her up against him, and she smiled. Pure temptation.
“You are so lickable, Ryan Quinn.”
“And you are incredibly fuckable, Simone Sailor.”
Her legs curled around his hips. He drove into her.
Right there. Standing up in the hallway.
Because there was no waiting. No holding back.
He spun and pressed her back to the wall.
Her heels dug into his ass as she arched toward him.
Their mouths collided. Their bodies heaved.
Her nails bit into his shoulders as she surged against him, and lust exploded.
Kisses were frantic.
His thrusts were deep, hard, and unrelenting.
She arched toward him again and again. Her soft whispers urged him on. Her head tipped back against the wall. His mouth flew to her neck. He licked and sucked, and he drove into her even as he worked one hand between their bodies. He strummed her clit. Rubbed it fast and hard. Again. Again.
She jerked against him. Shoved her tight core against him hard, and then he felt the contractions of her inner muscles around him. He looked at her face and saw the flash of pleasure sweep across her features.
He kissed her while she came, and then his own climax was on him. No way to stop, not with her hot, clenching paradise around him. He spilled into her, erupting endlessly even as the drumbeat of his heart echoed in his ears.
And with each beat he thought…
Need her.
Love her.
Always.
That had been…
Simone opened her eyes. She found Ryan staring at her. Face all hard and tight and, typical for Ryan, dangerous. Her breath still panted out, and her legs maintained a death grip around his waist.
Lowering her legs would probably be appropriate at this point in time. Except…
Ryan just eased both of his hands around her hips. He held her in place, and, with her curled against him and still experiencing truly lovely aftershocks in her core, he carried her down the hallway and into his room. Still in her. Actually, getting bigger in her as he carried her.
This was new. This was fun.
She tightened her inner muscles around him, and they both moaned.
He stopped in the doorway of his bedroom. The man’s strength was quite impressive. So was his stamina. Her hands lingered on his shoulders. She just had to press her sex against him, rub hard, and…oh, no.
Horror flashed through her. Her head whipped up “Ryan!”
“I know,” he growled back. “I didn’t use protection.”
Wait…uh, right. He had not. But that hadn’t been why she was experiencing horror. “I’m on birth control. And you don’t have anything to worry about with me. Told you before, I’m very particular about my lovers.” She’d always had a lover use a condom in the past.
Why had she been so far gone with Ryan?
He stared at her with an unblinking gaze.
“Ryan?”
“I would love to have a baby with you.”
Okay, whoa. “That’s…a lot.”
He swallowed. “You don’t have anything to worry about with me. The CIA gets us checked out regularly, and you’re the only woman I’ve ever gone bare with in my life.”
Their gazes held. “I…” An exhale. “I was worried I’d hurt your wound.” When she’d been grabbing him so hard.
He smiled at her. With his thick dick inside of her—and with it growing bigger by the moment—Ryan said, “Fuck the wound.”
Simone grimaced. “No, that’s super unhygienic. I’d rather fuck you.”
He laughed. The sound was deep and rumbling and sexy. He kissed her and carried her to the bed.
And he fucked her.
She fucked him.
No…no…
It didn’t feel like fucking.
The kisses were slower. Their touches more careful. The strokes lingered. Their bodies came together with arches and shudders, and their gazes held and it felt like…
It felt like making love.
Even as the next orgasm hit her, so did a deep, earth-shattering understanding. I’ve fallen in love with my spy.