Fight Like You've Never Lost (Summer Lake #14) - S.J. McCoy Page 0,45
Don’t go all jealous on me.”
He hugged her tight to his chest. “Sorry. I did.” It surprised the hell out of him, but his heart was hammering again and not in a good way this time. To think that she might … that another guy …
She was looking up into his eyes. “Problem?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah. I have a problem with the thought of you being with someone else.”
The little crease in her forehead warned him that she didn’t like that. But he couldn’t help it. She needed to know.
“Well, I’m not with someone else. You just misunderstood. I wouldn’t have had you down as the jealous type.”
He lowered his head and nipped her lips. “Then you need to get to know me better. I am.” It was true. He hadn’t known it himself until tonight. He’d had glimpses of it when he’d been out with her and seen the way other guys ogled her. But it hadn’t been as strong as it felt right now. He mouthed his way down her neck and loved the way her body sagged against him. “I’m jealous when it comes to you.” He closed his hands around her warm, naked ass. “And I’m possessive. You’re mine.”
Her head jerked back, and she searched his face. There was a mixture of panic and something else on hers. It disappeared when she smiled. “Excuse me, Mr. Ryan Brady. I’ll have you know that I am my own person, thank you very much. I’m not yours.”
He let his hands roam over her. Oh, she was. She was all his and he was about to remind her. Her eyelids drooped when he closed his hands around her breasts and teased her nipples with his thumbs. “I know that you’re your own person. But you are mine.” He lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a kiss that backed up his words.
Her arms came up around his neck and she clung on tight when he slid his hand between her legs. Her whole body was warm and damp, but where his fingers traced her opening, she was hot and wet. He teased her clit and then slid two fingers deep.
Her hands fumbled with his zipper. He’d wanted to take her there first, but his cock ached to be inside her. She unfastened him and when her fingers closed around him, he walked her back to the sofa—the bedroom was just too far away.
She lay down, taking him with her, never letting go of him. He didn’t even take the time to get undressed. She pushed his pants down over his ass, and he spread her legs with his knees. Her gaze locked with his when he entered her in one deep thrust.
“Ryan!”
He nipped her neck. “You’re mine, Leanne.”
She nodded and let out a little whimper as he drove deeper and harder, losing himself in the feel of her.
Her legs came up around his back, gripping him tight. He took hold of her hands and pinned them above her head. She was getting closer, he could feel it, but there was something in her eyes. Something that reminded him of their first time, when she’d tried to shut him out. He knew what it would take to open her up to him this time—and it wasn’t his thumb.
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Leanne closed her eyes. She couldn’t keep looking into his. That connection was even more intimate than the one between their bodies. He kept saying she was his, and she’d love to be. But that was a one-way street. She knew how that went. It wasn’t what she wanted. Well, it was, but it was only half of the equation.
She started to moan as he pushed relentlessly deeper, carrying her away on a wave of pleasure that was taking her higher and higher. She tried to free her hands, wanting to hold on to him when he pushed her over the edge, wanting to take him with her. But he kept her hands pinned as his rhythm became more frantic.
“Oh, God! Ryan!”
“Say you’re mine, Leanne.”
His words were almost enough to bring her back down. Almost, but not quite. He drove harder and she screamed.
“Say it.”
Why not? It was true, after all. “I … I … I’m yours Ryan,” she moaned as she let herself go.
Her words triggered his release. He grew harder and thrust deeper and sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body, and then through her heart when he gasped. “And I’m yours, Lee. All yours.”