Her ex-husband’s crowd had derided her for not joining in their drug-fueled sexual explorations, but the thought of getting down and dirty with any of them had made her sick to her stomach. They’d called her a prude—her husband most of all—and she’d let them. Thank God she’d never dared bare her desires to Anthony after those first few years when he’d seemed blissfully happy just to be with her.
She tensed at the thought that she should be doing a better job of keeping her secrets from Ryan, too.
He lifted his mouth from the underside of her arm, where he was pressing soft kisses, and stared down at her, his eyes so dark with need he stole her breath away all over again.
“You just tensed up.”
He was that in tune with her body? She’d barely stiffened, but Ryan had noticed.
“Have I done something you don’t like? Am I being too rough? Do you need me to try to be gentler?”
She swallowed hard as she shook her head. “You know just how much I’m liking everything you’re doing.”
God, she hated the way she kept flushing practically every time she looked at or spoke to him, but she was still trying to make sense of what they were doing. Even more, though, she hated letting her ex into this glorious moment with Ryan for even one single second.
She wouldn’t let it happen again.
Turning her full focus back to her gorgeous friend, she said, “I’m guessing I’m going to start liking it even more soon.”
His grin came back then, and she swore it had to be the sexiest combination in the world, those dark, intense sex-eyes with the infectious smile.
“Good guess.” He stole a kiss, nipping at her lower lip hard enough to sting in the most delicious way. “What about that? Still good?”
She worked to catch her breath. “Yes. Still good.”
She loved getting another smile from him, realized she would have done practically anything at that point to get more.
He moved so that his lips were on the underside of her breast. The kiss came first, and then the slight pinch of his teeth on the incredibly sensitive flesh. His tongue licked out over the small hurt before he lifted his head.
“What about that?”
“Mmm,” was all she could manage as he moved to give her other breast the same delicious attention. Finally, she managed to get the word, “Good,” out of her mouth.
But then, oh God, he was moving lower, his lips kissing a path of goose bumps that turned into little licks of fire down the center of her stomach.
She wasn’t embarrassed at the way she’d come against him earlier when he’d been playing with her br**sts and they’d been grinding together. But she already knew the second that wicked mouth of his made it between her legs, she wasn’t going to have a prayer of holding back a second time.
What would he think of her going off again so soon? Would he think she was desperate and hard up? Or, worse, would he finally realize that sleeping with him was her number one sexual fantasy of all time?
Sure, he’d told her he’d fantasized about her as a teenager. But she could easily discount that—everyone knew teenage boys couldn’t control their hormones around any girl with a heartbeat. Plus, as his garage-buddy, she’d been the only girl in school who was off-limits to him in that way. No doubt that had done funny things to his head, a classic case of thinking you wanted what you couldn’t have.
No question about it, she needed to mentally prepare herself for the press of his lips against her core. Of course she was going to enjoy it. How could she not? But this time, she wouldn’t let herself lose all sense.
She’d make sure she kept at least a small piece of herself secret. Private.
Another little bite of Ryan’s teeth against her belly brought her out of her dark thoughts and she couldn’t help but wonder if he was doing it on purpose to keep her from spinning off too long, too far, while they were together.
“If I had champagne I’d drink it from you,” he said right before he licked a decadent path down to her belly button. “Right here.” He moved lower and slightly to the side to lave her hipbone. “And just below here.” With obvious intent, he moved to the other side of her hip. “Here, too.”
How, she wondered helplessly as he played with her all-too-willing body, was she possibly going to make good on the silent vow she’d just made?
“Tell me, Vicki, would you like that?”
His voice was low. Raw with desire. And so damn sensual that she was practically coming apart again at nothing more than the way he was stringing words together.
“Would you want me to pour it between your br**sts and make you lie still until you’re all clean again with nothing but my tongue?”
Seriously, was he trying to kill her?