Gilded Craving - Olivia Jaymes Page 0,60

jerked and jumped in response and she heard the sharp intake of his breath.

"What are you up to, baby?" He tangled a hand in her hair and pulled her in for a long, hard kiss that left her barely able to form words.

"I'm just...exploring."

Rolling onto his back, Ryan gave her a wolfish grin. "Then go for it. I'm all yours."

This sounds interesting.

All mine.

At one point in her life, Mariah might have hesitated. Not this time. She wanted to enjoy and savor every single moment of their reunion. Levering from the bed, she straddled Ryan so she was looking down at him from her lofty perch above.

And the view was mighty fine indeed. She wasn't sure where she wanted to start. There were so many options and all of them good.

He waggled his brows in challenge. "What are you waiting for?"

She tapped her chin. "I'm just deciding. Don't rush me."

"Far be it for me to hurry you along. I'll just wait here and do nothing."

She ran her fingernails lightly down his torso, eliciting a groan. "Don't be sarcastic. This is serious business here."

"Of course. Strictly business. Carry on then."

That was exactly what she was going to do.

As if she had all the time in the world, she let her hands glide all over his chest, stomach, and arms, delighting in every sigh and groan from his lips. She loved how his muscular body was so different than her own, and she savored the sensation of his skin against hers. The soft sprinkling of golden-brown hair on his arms and chest, and then that treasure trail that led from belly button to his cock. Once her hands were done exploring, she took her lips on the same adventure across his heated flesh, finding even more sensitive spots that she'd never knew existed.

She was heading farther south when the world suddenly turned on its side and the breath was knocked out of her lungs.

Somehow, Ryan had lifted up from the mattress and flipped her onto her back. Now he was the one straddling her body wearing an evil genius smile on his face. He leaned down so they were almost nose to nose, his hands on either side of her head.

"Since this is serious business, I think it's about time to get down to it. I don't think I can wait anymore."

She could feel him hot, hard, and ready against her thigh.

I don't want to wait anymore either.

She's already waited ten years. One more minute just might kill her.

"I'm on the pill," she blurted out, suddenly realizing that they weren't kids anymore. They had to act like adults. Even back then they'd been careful. "You know...for my periods. It helps."

She'd had awful, painful cycles until her doctor had found the right pill to help alleviate the symptoms.

"I'm clean," he replied. "And healthy. But I don't have an issue wearing a condom if you want me to. We can get tested together so we don't have to later."

Do I have condoms? Yes, I do.

Liza had bought a box for Mariah after the divorce. It was shoved under the sink in the bathroom because frankly, she hadn't been thinking much about sex after the divorce.

"I have condoms in the bathroom. Liza bought them for me."

"That sounds like my sister. No need to go that far. I think I have one in my wallet."

He quickly took care of the foil packet and then laid on top of her, his weight on his elbows. His lips brushed her cheek and jaw, nuzzling her ear.

"Are you ready for me, sweetheart? Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't want to wait anymore."

He started slowly, pressing forward inch by delicious inch and running over those hidden spots again. By the time he was in to the hilt she could have sworn she could see stars and the world was tilting again. Heat swept over her body, and an impatience took control. She wanted him now. She needed him now. She trusted Ryan with everything she was. She knew he'd never hurt her.

Because he never had.

"More," she panted, her nails scoring the skin on his shoulders, urging him to move. "Don't go slow. You know how I like it."

He remembered it all. How she liked it when he scooped her knees over his elbows so he could thrust harder and faster. The way she loved to feel a little helpless. His rough cheek against her neck, his teeth nibbling at her shoulder. She whispered filthy words of encouragement that