Pushing His Luck - Rhyannon Byrd Page 0,39
with me,” he said, the words so gravelled and raw they were almost a growl.
Surprise swept through her, bringing a soft gasp to her lips, her eyes going wide again as she stared up at him, unable to believe what he’d said. “Are you… sure? I mean, I’ve heard—”
His wry bark of laughter cut her off. “That I don’t bring women to my place?”
“Well, yes.”
Stroking his hands up her back, he leaned down and nipped her lower lip, before saying, “You aren’t just some woman, Rin. You’re my woman, and I want you in my bed, where you belong.” He kissed his way over to her ear, whispering, “I want to bury myself in your hot little cunt and stay there forever. Fucking cover you in me. Eat out your juicy pussy until you scream so loud you lose your voice and I’ve got scratches all over my back.”
Tugging at his hair until he brought his wicked mouth back to hers, she smiled against his lips as she said, “Then let’s get the hell out of here.”
“You okay not waiting for the food?” he grunted, suddenly lifting her off the sand with his hands under her ass, her legs automatically going around his waist as he started carrying her back toward the bonfire, her arms thrown around his shoulders.
“You can feed me later,” she laughed, not even caring that the bottom of her dress was riding up high on her thighs, or that the surfers walking by were giving them knowing smiles.
“I’ll feed you all night long,” he rumbled against the side of her throat, nipping at a sweet spot that caused her hips to jerk against him, his answering growl making her smile.
When they reached the bonfire, he let her slide down the front of his body, and they both endured the teasing looks and grins from their friends and family as they told everyone they were taking off. Holding hands, they headed straight for the car park, since she already had her phone in one of the sundress’s deep pockets, her keys in the other. She didn’t have any shoes on her feet, but she didn’t care, Paul’s quick steps telling her that he was just as eager for them to be on their way as she was. And while it would have been quicker just to go up to her condo, Karin loved that it was important to him that their first time be at his place—as if he wanted the imprint of their relationship on every part of his life, and not just on the sidelines.
She texted Paul’s number to her parents on the drive over, so that they could reach her in case of an emergency and her phone stopped working for some reason, and her mom actually replied with a hearts-for-eyes emoji, making her laugh. Karin could only thank God that the crazy woman hadn’t sent her an eggplant emoji instead, or something equally horrifying.
His apartment was only a fifteen-minute drive from her condo, in an upscale complex with beautiful landscaping and a sparkling pool. When she walked inside, she stopped in the middle of the living room, before a double set of sliding-glass doors that led out onto his balcony, and turned in a circle, taking everything in, from the dark hardwood floors and furniture to the striking black-and-white prints that hung on the walls. She couldn’t believe that after everything they’d been through, this was the first time she was seeing his living space, and it was just as she’d imagined. Beautiful while still being completely masculine, and as he came up behind her and she pulled in a deep breath of his woodsy aftershave, the heat of his powerful body burning against her back, one masculine hand reaching around to press against her belly, her heart started beating so hard and fast, she was sure he could hear it.
“Fuck, I’m so on edge, Rin. I—” He broke off with a raw, guttural sound of need that made her shiver from a rush of wild, aching desire, his big hands turning her around so that she faced him. Then he took a step back and jerked his chin at her dress, his hands flexing at his sides. “Take it off.”
“Here?” she whispered, looking around the bright living room, with its uncovered glass doors that were letting in the evening sunshine.
“Here,” he told her. “I need to fuck you, as many times as you can handle before we crash in exhaustion, and since