Getting Lucky - Jennifer Lazaris Page 0,10
grinding on his cock and meeting him stroke for stroke. It took him by complete surprise. That said a lot, because not much took him by surprise when it came to sex.
Having sex with Zoe was completely different from having sex with any of his other women. This had been raw and needy. Her soft pleas had driven him over the edge, and he hadn’t been able to get enough.
Had it been that long since he’d experienced a real sexual connection with a woman? All of his sexual encounters were planned out ahead of time.
“You okay?” he asked, gripping her shoulders and gently lifting her away from his chest.
She leaned back against the steering wheel a small smile on her face. “I’m great.”
Ryder knew she hadn’t come, and he wanted to rectify the situation as quickly as possible. He’d never left any woman wanting more, and he wasn’t about to start now.
“Are you sore?” He smoothed a lock of red hair away from her face.
“A bit. Nothing bad.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
She fiddled with her skirt. “I tried.”
“Not really.”
“You would have backed out if I told you.”
He drank in the sight of her—hair tousled, face flushed and lips bruised from kissing. “Get in the backseat, Zoe.”
“Why?” she asked warily.
“You didn’t come.”
She shook her head. “It’s okay. It was still amazing.”
He got hard again at the sound of her sweet voice, all feminine and quiet. “Get in the backseat. You’re going to come for me.”
“Ryder—”
“Zoe,” he said, cutting her off. “Get in the backseat. Now.”
She blinked, then cocked her head to the side. “Wow. You weren’t kidding about being bossy.”
“I never kid when it comes to sex.”
“What if I say no?” Her eyes held a challenge.
“I told you, then we stop.” He smiled, though he teetered on the edge. At her mercy, he could only pray she wanted this as badly as he did.
“Do you want to stop? Or do you want me to make it good for you? It’s your choice.”
She climbed into the backseat, glancing over her shoulder at him. It afforded him a nice view of her sexy ass.
He wanted nothing more than to give it a smack and see it pink up under his hands. But, she wasn’t ready for that, and he didn’t want to freak her out.
“Lie down,” he ordered.
An uncertain look crossed her pretty face. She wasn’t used to any of this, and he wasn’t exactly being romantic.
“It’s okay,” he said, lowering his voice. “I’m just anxious to please you.” She settled back against the leather. “Spread those legs for me, Strawberry. I want to see all of you.”
Ryder smiled as she obeyed his request. Maybe she’d be a good match for him after all.
“Oh yeah.” He ran his fingers along her inner thigh. “Nice.”
He could get used to this.
“Ryder,” she whispered.
“I don’t want you to say my name unless you’re screaming it, understand? Tell me you understand, Zoe.”
He sank a finger into her wetness and she launched herself off the seat.
“Tell me.”
“I understand,” she whispered.
“Good.” He slid another finger inside of her.
He moved his fingers in a slow rhythm at first, and she shifted restlessly at his touch.
“You needed this, didn’t you, Strawberry?” he asked, pushing her shirt up to reveal her lacy bra. He unhooked it with one deft motion and drew her nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
She let out a needy moan, and Ryder smiled. It wouldn’t be long before he had her screaming.
Placing kisses along her jawline, he whispered, “I’ve had a hard time keeping my hands to myself tonight. I’ve wanted to touch you since I saw your sexy legs in this clingy black skirt.” He pushed the skirt higher and caressed her thigh with his free hand.
She made a noise in the back of her throat and spread her legs wider. The view slayed him. He would never have guessed the buttoned up girl in the bar would be so fucking hot. He’d be sure to thank Fally for forcing his hand.
Any trace of the cute, invisible girl she worried about being had disappeared.
“Reach down between your legs. Touch yourself for me.” He needed to see it. He wanted to see what she looked like when she pleasured herself.
She stilled and her eyes opened. The uncertain expression returned.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he told her. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are right now? I want to watch you.” He placed a kiss on her inner thigh.
Zoe reached down and slid two slender fingers between