No Turning Back (Breaking the Rules #4) - A.M. Madden Page 0,39

to state the obvious.

“Of course you do. That still leaves many days when you can be in Miami.” When she continued to stare at me, I knew her wheels were in motion but probably needed a touch more grease. “This isn’t us merely starting something… it’s us continuing what we had.”

After a few more seconds of pondering, she shook her head yet contradictorily said, “Okay, let’s do it.”

My grin was instant, and hers followed right behind. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Like a magnet, I playfully nibbled on her lips before moving mine across her cheek and down the side of her neck. By tracing a familiar path, my cock throbbed not only from her intoxicating scent but also from hearing the tiny moans she gifted me with.

Continuing would be torture for me, but I didn’t care. Pleasuring her was all I could think about at that moment. And because of that, I positioned her horizontally on the couch while she watched in a daze as I kneeled beside it. In one fell swoop, off came her stretchy pants, along with the lace panties beneath. When I lifted one of her legs and draped it over my shoulder, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest began to quicken.

Keeping my eyes pegged to hers, I first kissed her mole and then slanted my mouth across the silky skin on her hip. She was so smooth, so soft, so sweet. Part of me wanted to consume her savagely, while another wanted to savor her. It’d been too long since I last tasted her, and my anticipation undoubtably rivaled hers.

From there, I skimmed over to her clit, and she whimpered softly. But when I pulled her between my lips and sucked, she dug her fingers into my hair as the whimpers became a sharp inhale. I looked up to see her eyes tightly closed, her lip caught between her teeth.

“Look at me, Ree.” She followed my command, and I held her prisoner with my gaze. Her own eyes were unable to hide the heat and lust that swirled in their chocolate depths. It was such a turn-on for me. When I then sucked on her forcibly, she bucked against my mouth, begging me not to stop. I had no plans to. Never breaking stride, I stroked her clit with the tip of my tongue and slipped my middle finger inside her.

Another sexy moan came, along with a few Oh Gods and my name tossed in here and there for good measure. It didn’t take long… seconds before she tightened around me and trembled. Not until she calmed did I stop licking, and then I removed my finger, bringing it to my mouth to finish tasting her essence.

While she stared down at me still between her legs, her grip loosened in my hair. “Ryder,” she said my name like a prayer. Raw desire continued to course through her even though her orgasm had ended.

“Seeing you come apart has always been so fucking sexy. I missed doing that to you, Ree.”

“And you were always so talented at doing that,” she admitted through a devilish smile. “Give me a minute to catch my breath, and I’ll remind you of my talents as well.”

I placed one more kiss on her clit before moving her leg off my shoulder to sit on the edge of the couch beside her hip. “Don’t you worry about me, babe. I’m fine,” I lied. I wasn’t fine.

Knowing better, she raised a brow. “You don’t look fine.” When she traced a finger over my predicament, I snatched her wrist and shook my head. Instead, I bent forward to kiss her lips, but a pout spread before my mouth landed on hers. “Stop being a martyr, Ryder.”

“I’m not being a martyr. I’m merely reacquainting myself with your body.” I then closed the remaining distance to kiss her. It never failed… the moment we connected that electric charge between us crackled through my core before settling into a hot pulse low in my cock. And the carnal, tormented moan I couldn’t hold back contradicted my claim of being fine.

It caused her to pull away to stare into my eyes. “Why are you being so stubborn?” I really wasn’t sure why. Maybe, ensuring Riana knew she was a priority to me now, because I had failed to make her one in our past, drove my motive? Actually, that most definitely drove it.

Deciding to be honest again, I said, “My condition isn’t what’s important at the