The Mix-Up (Southern Hearts Club #3) - Melanie Munton Page 0,52

mere feet from them.

They can’t hear us. Can’t see us.

But in a weird way, it feels like their eyes are still on us. Watching.

I drown in the quicksand of my arousal in seconds.

Lowering my hand, I grip him. Then I grin when he hisses through his teeth and punches his hips forward.

“You want me to fuck you with that?” His hand skates down my torso and traces my belly button, before lowering to the lace trim of my panties. “You want that pounding you into the wall?”

“What the hell do you think?”

I feel his mouth curve into a smile against my skin. “Not good enough, duchess. You’ve gotta say it.”

When I give him a particularly hard tug, he chuckles darkly.

I’m about to make myself the most vulnerable I’ve ever been with this man by capitulating to his demands. Part of me wonders if he’s going to hold it against me for the rest of my days. And the other part of me is telling that first part to shut the hell up because it wants to reap the rewards of giving in.

The prospect of the latter wins me over.

“I want it, Ryder.”

He shudders. “You want what, Gretchen?”

I turn my head to the side, bringing our mouths within inches of each other. “You, railing me against the wall with your huge, hard cock.”

He takes a nip of my lower lip, holding it between his teeth. “It’s all yours. Fair warning, you might regret it.”

I don’t doubt it.

Two of his fingers find my opening and spread the moisture there. “But is this mine?”

There’s weight to the question. Just like there will be weight to my answer.

But I’m choosing to ignore both and think simply in terms of physical gratification. For this one night, we’ve agreed to belong solely to each other. Give everything to the other for one single, solitary, no-holds-barred, no-limits, sweaty night.

Something forces me to meet his eyes when I answer, though I can’t say what. “It’s yours.”

His expression hardens. His fingers move faster. “More.”

My hands free the button on his pants. “My pussy belongs to you, Ryder.”

Why I don’t tack on just for tonight to that proclamation, I have no fracking idea.

His impatient hands fumble against mine as we both work to release his zipper. He shoves his slacks and boxer briefs down, allowing his stiff cock to spring out and greet my fingers. Pre-cum covers the tip, making it slick under the pad of my thumb. His whole shaft is pulsing in my hand, as if he’s seconds away from losing his grip on reality and blowing.

“You’re about to get it so deep.”

With jerky movements, he tears my underwear off my body in one vicious yank. Such a beastly, primitive move. My body flushes from head to toe when his fingers find my throbbing clit.

“Yes. Just like that.”

“Yeah?” He grunts. “That how you need it, duchess? That how I’m gonna make you come for me?”

My head lolls on my neck in what I think is a nod.

“Well, too fucking bad.” He rips his hand away.

“What?” I go from delirium to outrage so fast I get pre-orgasm whiplash. “Don’t stop! I’m so close.”

“You’re not coming on my fingers this time,” he growls. “Not unless I’m inside you while it happens.”

The sound of a crinkling condom wrapper fills the room. This should be the moment where I second guess myself. Where I allow doubt to trickle in until I’m pushing him away out of self-preservation. For any sensible person, it would be. But my survival instincts went out the window the moment he shoved my skirt out of the way and nearly shredded it to pieces. The moment he proved how viscerally I affect him by driving his raging erection against me. Any hope of walking away ceased to exist after that.

Once sheathed, he places himself at my entrance. “This room may be soundproofed, but I know you’ve got a set of lungs on you. I’ll hear the full force of those later. But for now, can you promise me you’ll be quiet?”

I brace my palms against the two-way mirror, raising an eyebrow at him over my shoulder. “Can you promise me you’ll be rough?”

His eyes drink in every inch of me. “As if I have a choice.”

“Then I can push my mute button.”

As if to prove me wrong, he slams inside with a bone-jarring, thigh-clenching thrust that basically catapults me into an insta-orgasm. It’s so unexpected and so powerful that my mouth automatically opens on reflex. Just before I