Fight Like You've Never Lost (Summer Lake #14) - S.J. McCoy Page 0,32
opened and they stepped inside.
He stepped to face her as she backed against the wall and rested his hands on the rail on either side of her hips. “Are you telling me you don’t?” Damn she turned him on.
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and spoke in a breathy voice that had him rock hard again. “I think you might be, but I don’t really know you that well.”
He reached out and pressed the emergency stop button. “Then you need to know me a little better.” He dropped her bag and loved the way her eyes widened as he pushed her skirt up around her waist.
“Ryan! What …”
He didn’t let her finish the question. He claimed her mouth in a kiss. His lips crushing hers, his tongue sweeping deep, letting her know what to expect from the rest of him. Her hands were scrabbling at his zipper and he helped her out. They’d had a lot of sex in the last few days, hot and hard, sweet and playful, all kinds of sex. But this was the first time he’d been overtaken with desperate, primal need. Once his jeans and boxers were down over his hips, he slid his hand inside her thong, dipping his finger inside her pulsing, slick heat before pulling the scrap of lace to the side and slamming into her.
“Ryan!” she gasped.
He slid his hand down over her ass and hauled her leg up around his waist, opening her up so he could go deeper and harder as she clung to him. She felt so damned good, tight around him, yielding to his desperate thrusts. He was losing himself inside her, the tension building at the base of his spine. He dug his fingers into her ass and drove harder, making her tense and start to quiver.
“Ryan!”
He loved the way she spoke his name. “Give it to me, Leanne.”
As if obeying him, he felt her orgasm take her. “Yes!! Ryan, yes!”
She tightened and pulsated around him, triggering his own release. He threw his head back and thrust deep, gasping her name as he came hard. Even as his mind spun away into oblivion, he registered that she really was the best he’d ever had.
As he slowly came back down to earth and buried his face in her neck, he had a bad feeling that she may be the best he’d ever have.
He stepped back and met her gaze. She was still breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling as she brought her hand up to them. “Damn. I didn’t really doubt that you were a real man.” She gave him that sassy smile, but her eyes held a tenderness that bound him to her somehow.
He winked at her. “It sounded like you weren’t sure.” He shrugged as he fastened his pants then pulled the emergency stop button back out. “I had to make my point.
She looked around as the elevator shuddered and then continued its ascent. “You made yourself abundantly clear.”
When they stepped out of the elevator, he could see sadness in her eyes. She was thinking this was it. He’d planned to go inside with her, linger as long as he could, but seeing her look like that, it was better if he went. There was no point dragging it out. He set her bag on the floor while she got her keys out.
She looked up at him sadly, understanding what it meant. “I’ll probably be a bitch when I see you with Dan again.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I have to shut you out now, don’t I? For both our sakes.”
He put his hands on her hips and drew her toward him. His heart raced at the thought that next time he saw her he wouldn’t even be able to touch her, let alone kiss her, or lay her down and lose himself inside her. He dropped one last kiss on her lips. This was it. Time to go. “I guess you do.”
He turned and walked back to the elevator. He couldn’t look back. He wouldn’t leave if he did. The elevator was still there and as he stepped inside it, he heard her front door close.
It was only eight forty-five when he reached the office. Callahan had told him to be here by nine.
The older man looked up when Ryan leaned in the doorway. “Early, huh? I take it you’ve had your fill and won’t remember her name by tomorrow?”