Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sunny
What the hell am I doing?
And why can’t I seem to stop?
I can’t push him off. I don’t want him to go.
This is the best that I have ever felt, and the way that his eager fingers are bunching my skirt up around my waist only makes this a lot more thrilling.
When Ryder’s lips move from mine, I let my head loll to one side as the desire absolutely consumes me.
Fucking hell, how can I resist this?
As long as we keep this here and now, just another one-night stand, a secret just for us, then it’ll be fine, right?
Right?
As long as no one else walks into this kitchen, we’ll be fine…
As Ryder’s mouth edges down my body, the sweater dress slips off my left shoulder, revealing my bare breast. Ryder groans with sheer bliss.
He takes my rock-hard nipple between his lips and starts tugging and teasing until I’m drowning in bliss. He’s sending me flying high into oblivion.
“Fucking hell, Ryder,” I gasp as his kisses move even further down my body.
I don’t know where he’s going, but it occurs to me that we’re very much in public and could be caught at any minute.
Not that it’s going to stop me. Things are already taboo here. Why not add another level to that?
“Oh fucking hell, that feels so good…”
All of a sudden, he whips the breath out of my lungs completely by dropping to his knees right in front of me.
I glance down to check on him, but it’s clear this is something he meant to do. With desire dancing in his gaze, he pinches the lacy material of my panties between his teeth and slowly tugs them down.
The tantalizing sensation of the material grazing over my hyper-sensitive thighs is almost too much. The shudder tearing down my spine, making my whole body writhe and buck, is intensely powerful.
“Your scent is intoxicating,” Ryder whispers as he flicks my panties away. He tries to nudge my thighs further apart with his nose, staring at me with passion the whole time. “I need to taste you, Sunny. I’ve been craving you all night long.”
To help him out, I press my left foot up against the wall behind me, digging my heel in just a little, and I allow my leg to fall to one side.
It’s nerve-wracking, exposing so much of myself to him.
Even if he’s already seen me, that was in my dimly lit bedroom. This is in public, in a bright kitchen, when we’re supposed to be keeping away from one another.
It’s an entirely different scenario. So, I’m anxious and excited in equal measures.
I knot my fingers in his hair as he blows hot streams of air along my soaking wet slit. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and I can already sense the pressure of pleasure building.
What the hell am I going to do when he does touch me?
I might scream the freaking building down. But even if every guest appeared to watch us, I don’t think I could stop.
“I need to taste you,” Ryder whispers, clearly loving what’s happening in my body. “Can I taste you? I want to run my tongue all over you.”
I don’t answer with words, only moans of pleasure, but that seems to be enough for Ryder. His tongue lightly grazes my clit at first, making my whole body stiffen with anticipation.
He’s teasing me, driving me over the edge, sending me wild. I need him, now.
Ryder chuckles, but before I need to scream out with frustration, he starts to devour me. He becomes an absolute madman on a mission, surging pleasure through me, causing an onslaught of bliss to absolutely shatter me.
I honestly don’t know how I’m still on my feet.
Every flick of his tongue over my clit sends me flying higher than the air. I don’t even recognize the primal sounds rolling out of me. I can’t concentrate on anything but the feel of him tasting me.
His rough, hot tongue is too much for me, I can’t get enough of it.
“Sh… shit,” I mutter, trying to express how much he’s affecting me. This is intense and powerful. It’s making me dizzy in ways that I can’t even begin to explain. This is definitely nothing that I’ve ever felt before, not even with Ryder. This is brand new. “Oh, fuck.”
I toss my head back, smacking it against the wall, but that only adds to the dizziness, to the building of the pleasure that shoots through me.
He’s about to send me tumbling over the edge and I can’t wait for it. I’d prefer to remain in this blissful moment for as long as I can to savor every single second of it. This is something I want to commit to memory forever.
But I can’t hold myself together for too long, not with this incredible man on his knees for me.
At the tip of his tongue, I lose myself completely, tumbling and falling, sinking into the glorious orgasm that’s affecting every single ounce of me. Every fiber of my being reacts to this man, wants him, craves him.
The fireworks erupt in every cell until Ryder absolutely consumes me. The knowledge that this isn’t supposed to happen knocks me sideways. Makes the pleasure that much more primal and desperate.
My knees buckle, and I feel myself sinking to them as the desire grips me. Thank goodness Ryder is on his feet in an instant with his hands tucked underneath my armpits, holding me up as he crashes his lips to mine once more.
This kiss is a little different because I can taste myself on him, and that’s oddly sexy. Not something I thought I’d want more of, but I can’t get enough.
I hook my arms around his neck to keep him with me.
“Fuck me,” I hiss in between kisses. “I need you, Ryder.”
“You haven’t had enough yet?” he asks with a smirk. I shake my head hard. He might have sated me, but I want more, so much more. “Fair enough.”
He leads my hands to his trousers, where I unzip him and free the thick, throbbing erection that’s pulsating for me.
I wrap my fingers around him, holding him and pulling him a little closer to me. I arch my back, rolling my hips toward him until finally he gets the hint.
Not that he needs much of a hint.
He’s more than keen to buck his hips and to finally bury himself deep inside of me. He presses me up against the wall hard, thrusting until he hits all the right spots. I cling to him, allowing the pleasure to erupt and explode all over again.
I don’t know how he does it, how he always manages to coax the orgasm from me, but Ryder works his magic on my body all over again.
Only this time, I’m not alone as I tip over the edge. Ryder’s body is shuddering with pleasure as well. He’s grunting and groaning through the bliss.
The orgasm consumes us both, and we sink to the floor together.
The beautiful glow of the post-orgasmic bliss sweeps us both off our feet. Neither of us can catch our breath; we’re both gasping, gripping on to one another, basking in the heat.
I don’t want this moment to end, I don’t want to lose this feeling, and most of all, I don’t want to have to face reality.
We’ve fucked up. We overstepped that line, and this time there’s no excuse. We really need to learn how to keep the hell away from one another.
“Um, we probably should move.” Ryder chuckles weakly. “Or we’ll get caught.”
Ice-cold water hits me in the face.
“Yeah. You’re right.” I gather myself back up, smoothing my clothing down. “I’m going to—”
And then I turn on my heels and sprint off before he can say anything else.
Shit.
I stumble back up to my room, heart racing and breath still heavy, my skin buzzing in places I didn’t know existed.
All I can think as I hurry up the stairs is: What the hell am I playing at?
I round the corner to the hall and practically trip over my own feet, trying to get to my room before I lose my nerve or let my brain catch up with my actions.
I might as well be moving in slow motion, but also, everything’s happening way too fast. One moment, I’m trying to figure out how to save a failing hotel, and the next, I’m this disaster.
I’m a disaster who can’t seem to keep the hell away from the one man I have to work with.
What is wrong with me? And when will it end?