smiled before she closed her lips around him and bobbed her head. Jesus!
He let his head fall back and rocked his hips gently in time with her. It’d be so easy to let her take him there. As she took him deeper, he almost relaxed and went with her, but he had the feeling that if he did, she’d get dressed and leave before he’d recovered enough to get between her legs.
He tightened his fingers in her hair and reluctantly pulled her head back. She sucked hard, making him regret his choice before she let him go. She looked up and raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re not going to tell me you don’t want—”
He shook his head and put a hand to her shoulder, laying her down as he got on the sofa with her. “I’m not. But I was serious about wanting you to forgive me, and you told me I’d need to fuck you before you will.”
He slid his hand between her legs. That damned thong might be the death of him, but at least it gave him easy access. She was hot and wet. He teased her with his fingers, and her hands came up to his shoulders as she rocked her hips in time with him.
She pulled his head down to her and kissed him—deep and hard—the kind of kiss he’d expected from her. He vaguely registered that it wasn’t necessarily a change for the better. But he couldn’t focus on niceties when she was spreading her legs, closing her fingers around him, guiding him to her and … damn, nibbling his ear!
Shivers chased each other down his spine. If ears were capable of orgasms, then his had just come. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me, Ryan,” she breathed.
His body obeyed even while his mind was processing the words. His hips thrust hard and his cock buried itself in her tight, wet heat. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back, so she was looking up into his eyes. “You like that?”
She nodded breathlessly as she moved with him. “Yes!”
He held her gaze as he moved inside her but had to close his eyes when her legs came up around his back and she gasped, “Harder!”
He didn’t need telling twice. He pounded into her over and over, losing himself in the feel of her. She was so damned tight she was driving him wild. He was almost at the edge when he felt the change in her. And it wasn’t the good kind of change that said a woman was about to lose it. No. She wasn’t with him anymore. She was still moving with him, still making the same eager noises, but her eyes were closed. It took everything he had not to press on and hope that she’d go with him. But he slowed and waited for her to open her eyes.
When she did, she raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
He claimed her mouth in a kiss that had her writhing eagerly under him again. Then he lifted his head and smiled. “You checked out. I’m not going there by myself.”
A little line appeared on her forehead.
“Don’t make up some lie, Leanne.” He rocked his hips, thrusting deeper.
She moaned in spite of herself.
“Why don’t you want to?”
Her blue eyes swam with tears. He felt like an asshole. He was supposed to be making her come, not making her cry, but he had to know. “Why?”
She looked deep into his eyes. “It feels too real.”
He didn’t ask her to explain. He knew exactly what she meant. This was supposed to be a quick fuck, but it was turning into something more. He’d thrown caution to the wind and was willing to go wherever it took them. She was wiser and was trying to hold back. But it was too late. There was no holding back.
He slid his hand between them and circled her clit with his thumb. “It is real.”
She shook her head. “It can’t be.” She was trying to resist but he wasn’t going to let her.
He kept up the pressure with his thumb until he felt her tighten around him and he started to pick up his rhythm again.
“It is real, Leanne,” he breathed as he buried himself deep inside her.
She whimpered as her hands clutched at his back and she moved with him faster and faster. He teased her with his thumb until he knew she didn’t need it anymore.
“It’s real, Leanne,” he gasped. “You’re going to give it up