The Mix-Up (Southern Hearts Club #3) - Melanie Munton Page 0,36

to reassure him, I have no idea. “I had no plans to sleep with him.”

He looks marginally appeased by that, but not enough for the anger in his expression to dissipate. In the next breath, he’s shoving the bra cups aside and holding my breasts with disbelieving reverence. As if he never thought he’d actually get to feel them in his hands. Falling forward, he pushes his tongue back into my mouth just as his fingers simultaneously twist both of my nipples.

There’s sensation coming at me from all angles.

My lips, my chest, between my legs, even my toes are tingling with impending release—one of epic proportions. There’s so much arousal coursing through my body it’s going to start oozing out of my ears.

“How tight are you gonna be, duchess?” he breathes, his fingers working my distended peaks. “How snug is it gonna be inside that pussy? The pussy I’ve fantasized about having wrapped around me for ten…fucking…months.”

I take hold of his hand and guide it under my dress. “Find out for yourself.”

His agonized groan echoes off the walls of our tiny alcove. His hand dips inside my panties. I wrap a leg around his waist, spreading as wide as I can for his ministrations. Then he plunges two fingers deep inside, eliciting a throaty moan that leaves my voice hoarse.

“Just like I thought,” he growls. “Drenched. You’ve been wanting my cock here, haven’t you? We’ve tip-toed around this for too damn long.”

I’m hearing what he’s saying, but I’m not really listening. Nor am I considering the ramifications of what we’re doing because who the hell cares. I need him to take this unrelenting edge off before I unravel into a horny mess right here on this dirty floor.

And dirty is exactly what Ryder gives me.

His mouth laves my jaw, my neck, my breasts, as his skilled fingers take me with reckless abandon. Our breathing is labored and loud, our skin on fire with lustful fever.

“I never want to hear you say that you and I are nothing,” he snarls against my parted lips that are swollen from his kisses. “Never again, Gretchen.”

With those puzzling words hovering in the air, his mouth glides over my sweat-dotted skin and takes my nipple into his seeking mouth.

I arch into him, my hand automatically clutching strands of his hair. “Oh, God, yes.”

His guttural grunts vibrate against my hyper-sensitive flesh. His tongue expertly flicks across the puckered tips, wetting them, sucking them into his hot mouth. My breasts usually aren’t powerful pleasure points for me. But he is doing something to me right now. It’s like he’s re-programming my body—hell, my entire brain. He’s loving my breasts with almost tender affection while his fingers mercilessly pump inside me, so ravenous in their pursuit of my release. The contrasts are making all my internal organs go haywire.

How does he know exactly how I need it?

Once his thumb presses down on my clit, I achieve the screaming climax he’s been steering me toward. He muffles my exaltations with another turbulent kiss. It leaves me with the uneasy feeling that I might never be satiated with Ryder. Fulfilled, yes. Satisfied, fo sho. But I don’t think I could ever get enough of that. Of this.

Even all of him would never be enough.

What a terrifying thought.

“Let me fuck you.” He carefully pulls his fingers out of me. “Put me inside you, duchess. Here. Now. God, I need it so bad.”

I actually want to cry. I knew from the moment we locked lips that this is how it would end. How it needs to end. I knew we couldn’t go that final distance, not without some serious consequences. Consequences I don’t think he’s fully comprehending amidst the thick fog of lust permeating the space around us.

I place my hand on his chest. “I can’t. We can’t.”

He tenses beneath my palm. “Why not?”

“Because nothing’s changed.” My voice sounds forlorn, even to my own ears.

His head rears back. “Uh, I’d say a whole fucking lot just changed.”

I shake my head in denial. “You’re still my boss. I still work for you. Which means we can’t do this.”

He grasps the nape of my neck, forcing me to look at him. “Well, I’m your boss and I say we can.”

My fingers wind themselves around his wrist. “That’s not how I’m going to get ahead in this company or in this industry. Whether you realize it or not, sex will change things. It’ll influence your decisions toward me. And if anyone found out, I’d forever