Wild Embrace (Wilder Irish #11) - Mari Carr Page 0,45

few minutes doing before moving on to the main act.

With Darcy, kissing was different. Less foreplay and more necessity. He craved the act, needed the emotional closeness he felt with his lips pressed to hers, the heat of her breath against his face, the sweet smile she gave him every time they parted, and the way her eyes looked at him as if he was the most important man in her life.

It was heady. Addictive. And maybe tomorrow, when lust wasn’t coursing through his brain, clogging up the works and rendering him stupid, he might worry about all of that.

Right now, he needed her kisses more than air.

Darcy’s hands stroked his shoulders, his bare back, and he realized she was suffering from the need to touch him as well.

“Inside me,” she whispered after several minutes. “Please. I need you so bad.”

Ryder sluggishly pushed himself up until he was standing by the bed. He felt drunk, trashed, wasted, and he hadn’t had a drop of alcohol.

Shoving his jeans and boxers down, he kicked them and his socks off as Darcy shifted to her side, propped herself up on her elbow, her gaze missing nothing. She studied his cock intently, not with fear or intimidation, but genuine interest and appreciation.

“Darcy,” he started. Once he got back in the bed, he wasn’t sure he trusted himself to stop. His desire for her was off the charts.

She shook her head. “I’m not scared, and I don’t want to stop.”

He wondered if she could read minds. Then it occurred to him that perhaps she wasn’t the only one wearing her heart on her sleeve, speaking volumes with her eyes. He’d never been with a woman who could read him so well, who could understand his feelings, his fears, without him having to say a single word.

She lay back down and lifted her arms in invitation. Ryder lowered himself to the bed, on top of her. Her legs were parted, cradling his hips between them. His cock lay nestled in the warmth of her slit, her arousal coating his hard flesh. She’d been tight around just two of his fingers. His cock was thicker.

“You said you have toys,” Ryder said, suddenly worried about genuinely hurting her. He’d never slept with a virgin.

She nodded. “I’m sure there’s nothing there,” she paused, blushing, “to break. But…” Her eyes lowered, and for the first time since she’d invited him to her room, he sensed she was truly embarrassed.

“But what?”

“Well, my toys aren’t as big as…” She glanced up and made the cutest little face, her eyes wide as she gave him a crooked grin.

Ryder couldn’t help it. He laughed. “God, Darcy. You’re…” He struggled for a word, nothing seeming right. Finally, he landed on, “Perfect.”

He kissed her again. Because how could he not?

Darcy slowly started tilting her hips, rubbing herself on his cock until Ryder feared he’d come before he ever made it inside.

“I’m afraid this won’t last long,” he admitted.

She caressed his cheek. “For me, either. Besides…I’m hoping we’re going to do this more than just once tonight. Twenty times, I think you said.”

He kissed her throat, his lips sliding up to her ear. “Let’s wait until after to decide that. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Ryder lifted his hips, reaching down to direct his dick toward her opening. He pressed in slowly, stopping when just the head was inside.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, and too many powerful, positive emotions swamped him as he suddenly realized he and Darcy had been hurtling headfirst toward this moment for years.

He pushed deeper, not stopping until he was fully lodged. He paused, not so much for her but for him.

Jesus. Christ. She was tight. Very tight. And hot. And wet.

And he was suddenly missing the blood that should have been pumping through his brain because if there was a drop there, he might have found a way to distract himself, to make this last longer than a second or three.

“Fuck,” he muttered when Darcy tilted her hips, driving him the tiniest bit deeper. Even that slight motion was more than he could handle.

“Don’t move,” he said, sucking in as much air as he could. “Just give me a second to…”

“Look at me, Ryder,” Darcy said. “Do it. Hard. Fast. I promise I’ll be right there with you. And then we’re going to do it again. And again.”

He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. She’d set him free.

Ryder withdrew, gritting his teeth so hard, he feared he’d crack them. He reached for her clit, stroked