Getting Lucky - Jennifer Lazaris Page 0,9
made her nervous. “We can’t, Ryder. What if someone sees?”
He lifted her up so she could straddle him with her legs. Sliding his hands under her skirt, he traced his finger along the edge of her lacy underwear, grazing the sensitive flesh at the apex of her thighs. Her bottom lip quivered in anticipation.
“Then someone sees.”
Grasping the edges of her panties, he drew them down over her hips. He pulled her against him and kissed her—a deep, soul-searching kiss that left her breathless.
“Do you have protection?” she asked.
“Always.” He opened his wallet, and had the packet open and the condom on before she could blink.
Zoe needed him to slow down so she could explain her predicament, but he kept up the assault on her senses, causing all her coherent thoughts to scatter and flee.
“Grab the seat behind me with both hands,” he ordered.
“Ryder, I have to tell you something.”
“Later,” he said brusquely.
Desire—real, honest desire—swept through her, and she shuddered. It was a delicious feeling.
He traced lazy circles on her back with his fingertips before skimming them along her hips and down between her legs.
“You’re so wet.” His blue eyes seemed predatory as they locked gazes in the dim light.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I said grab the seat, Zoe.” His voice sounded strained.
She did, and he drew her down onto him in one quick, fluid motion. She cried out from the searing pain, which quickly faded. “Wait,” she gasped.
“Been a while?” he murmured.
“Twenty-five years.”
He grasped her wrists and pushed her back against the steering wheel. His blue eyes turned steely. “What?”
“I’m sorry.” She struggled to get the words out.
“Jesus Christ! Zoe, it shouldn’t happen this way. Why didn’t you tell me?”
She shifted slightly, trying to adjust to the feeling of fullness within her. She moved again, and pleasure overtook any discomfort as she surrendered to the sensation.
“But…it feels good.” She relaxed her body and sank down further. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Fuck.” His voice sounded ragged to her ears. “You are so damn tight.” He sucked in a breath when she wiggled her hips and drew him deep within her.
“Are you sure?” he asked, cradling her face with his hands. The heat from his gaze melted away all of her fear.
Zoe closed her eyes and nodded. “Yes.”
Warmth spread through her limbs, making her feel boneless as he began to move within her. She shuddered at the sensation of friction between them.
“So good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck. “Sweet Zoe.”
Ryder was gentle at first, but she could feel him growing restless. He dug his fingertips into her hips, gripping her as he lifted her up and drew her back down onto his shaft. He sank into her over and over again, going deeper each time.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
This was what she needed.
He was what she needed.
A heavy, yearning ache began low in her belly and spread down between her legs.
She ran her hands over his chest. “Please.”
Ryder threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her down onto him. Faster. Deeper. Every stroke drew them closer together until their foreheads touched.
“You feel so good inside of me. I knew you would,” she whispered.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “I can’t—.”
Zoe opened her eyes at the desperate sound of his voice. The sexy, intense look on his face caused her breath to hitch.
No one had ever looked at her like that before.
“Strawberry,” he said, his voice ragged. He buried himself deep within her and shuddered as he came.
Triumphant, she sank against him.
***
Ryder glanced down at the once virginal Zoe.
She leaned against his shoulder, breathing fast. He enveloped her in his arms and brushed his lips against the top of her head.
Christ. A damn virgin. The last time he’d been with a virgin had been—. He frowned and turned his thoughts in the opposite direction. He wasn’t going down that road. Not now.
Zoe was twenty-five years old. How in the hell had she not had sex? She had a bangin’ hot body. None of it made sense.
She’d been on fire, melting around his cock. She’d been so tight he had to fight not to come the entire time.
He didn’t have problems with control in the bedroom. He prided himself on making sure his partners were satisfied first. His grasp on control tonight had been shaky at best, had gone downhill since getting into the truck with Zoe.
When he discovered she was a virgin, he’d been certain she wouldn’t be a good match for him during sex.
Oh, how wrong he’d been.
Zoe had been eager, and downright sexy,