Fight Like You've Never Lost (Summer Lake #14) - S.J. McCoy Page 0,89

and vulnerable while he remained fully clothed. She started to unbutton his shirt, but he smiled and sent another shower of buttons across the room. Then he unfastened his pants and pushed them down. She couldn’t help licking her lips at the sight of his thick cock standing proud.

She’d thought that she would never again stand face to face with him, let alone in her underwear. But now she was here, she couldn’t imagine how she’d gone so long without him. She ran her hands over his hard abs and then up over his chest.

He reached around and unhooked her bra. She slid it off and watched his face as he closed his hands around her breasts. He closed his eyes and she had to close hers too when he teased her nipples with his thumbs. Then his arm snaked around her waist and crushed her to his chest as he claimed her mouth in a savage kiss. She had to cling to him to stay upright.

The feel of him throbbing against her had her reaching for him, but he brushed her hand away and started backing her toward the bed. When her legs hit the mattress, she fell back, and he went with her, covering her body with his.

His hands moved over her, seemingly everywhere, even while his lips never left hers. She clawed at his back and shoulders when he slid his fingers inside her thong. It wasn’t his fingers she needed to feel. He was touching, stroking, teasing her clit, but it wasn’t enough.

“Fuck me, Ryan.”

He tensed and lay still for a moment, then he positioned himself between her legs, pulling her thong to the side. He was pushing at her entrance when the thong slid back. He growled in frustration and she heard fabric tear. That was one way to solve the problem. Then he was back where he’d been. He spread her legs with his knees and slid a hand under her ass, lifting her up to take him when he thrust hard.

She screamed when he plunged deep inside her. He was big, and so hard, and it’d been a long time. But damn, he felt good. She clung to his shoulders and brought her legs up around his back. He took a fistful of her hair and buried his face in her neck, first sucking then biting—hard! It drove her wild. He was pushing her to the point of no return … and that thought was too much.

She closed her eyes needing to come back to reality, needing to remember all the pain he’d caused her. Her eyes flew open when he tugged her hair pulling her head back, and she found herself looking straight into his eyes, inches from her own.

“No!” he growled.

She swallowed. How the hell did he know—only seconds after she did?

“No way, Leanne.” He was still moving inside her. He thrust deeper and her arms involuntarily tightened around him.

“No talking!” she gasped.

He slid his hand between their bodies, and she gasped when his thumb started to coax her. “Give it up to me, Lee.”

“Ryan!”

He nodded and kept it up. He didn’t speak, but his eyes said it all as he held her gaze and drove deep and hard, taking her closer and closer to the edge.

She clung to him and went with him; she had no choice. He was deep inside her—body, mind, and soul. She hadn’t been able to keep him out and she no longer wanted to.

“Oh, oh, oh, God! Ryan! Yes!” Waves of pleasure crashed through her, and she felt him tense and let go as he went with her.

“I love you!” He gasped out the words as he arched his back and gave her all that he was.

When they stilled, he slumped down on her, burying his face in her neck. Her fingers found their way into his hair. She couldn’t stop them, even as the tears rolled down her face.

Eventually, he lifted his head and looked down into her eyes. His were filled with so many emotions: pain and … love. There was no denying that she saw it there.

“I have to talk now, Lee.”

She closed her eyes. “Why?”

“Because I need to ask you for something.”

“What?” She wondered what it could be. Forgiveness? At this point she’d probably give it to him and be damned.

“Look at me.”

She opened her eyes again. “What do you want?”

“I want you to tell me that you don’t love me.”

She tried to blink away the tears, but they were falling