Two to Tangle (A Tangle Valley Romance #2) - Melissa Brayden Page 0,68

a stitch else. Ryan ran her fingertips over the outside curve of Gabriella’s hip, causing a shiver. She trembled and closed her eyes. With one hand behind her waist and Gabriella’s shoulders against the wall, Ryan reached between her legs with her other hand. She stroked Gabriella through the fabric softly, and after all the buildup, it nearly brought her to her knees. “I’ve got you,” Ryan whispered. Amazing. The rush. The pleasure. Her body responded in ways she hadn’t been prepared for. Gabriella needed more desperately. Ryan didn’t seem to mind. Her lips landed on Gabriella’s neck, and she kissed down to her collarbone. As Gabriella inhaled sharply, Ryan lifted her head and met her gaze. Once they connected, she nearly toppled over the edge. Ryan expertly moved the slip of fabric to the side and touched her fully. Gabriella’s eyes fluttered closed, and she pressed herself into Ryan’s hand, asking for more, over and over. She didn’t have to wait long, and when Ryan began to stroke harder, she moved along with her, the rhythm taking her higher and higher. She opened her eyes to see Ryan watching her breasts move with each thrust. That did it, sending her bolting into oblivion. She shattered, shocked by the intensity of pleasure that rocketed through every part of her, taking over control of her body entirely. Her voice strangled as she cried out and rode Ryan’s hand until the very last amazing shred of pleasure ebbed.

“Ryan,” was all she managed when she returned to herself moments later. She still gripped Ryan’s shoulders for support.

“Hi,” Ryan whispered, wrapping her arms around Gabriella, enveloping her. Ryan ran her fingertips up and down Gabriella’s back, giving her a moment to compose herself. She placed a soft kiss on Gabriella’s shoulder. She felt cherished, protected in a vulnerable moment. Once she felt like herself again, Gabriella straightened, slid her hands beneath Ryan’s jaw, and ran her thumb across her full bottom lip. Going up on her toes, she caught that mouth in hungry declaration, claiming it for herself, and already making plans for the things she wanted to do next. “Take me to your room.”

Ryan blinked and her eyes went dark. Gabriella allowed herself to be led by the hand through Ryan’s home as she clutched her clothes to her bare chest. Dale lifted his head briefly, as they passed through the living room, then rolled onto his back for another snooze.

Ryan’s bedroom was dark. Ryan must have thought so too and switched on a small lamp across from that gorgeous four-poster bed. Gabriella approached her from behind and ran her hands from her waist to her stomach, caressing her softly. “How is your skin so soft?” she whispered, turning Ryan around to her.

Ryan didn’t answer. She seemed captivated, her gaze elsewhere, and then Gabriella remembered how little she had on. “Eyes up here, tiger,” Gabriella said, satisfied when Ryan complied. She unhooked the one side of the overalls that was fastened and watched them fall to the ground, leaving Ryan in slinky black bikinis that made Gabriella’s mouth go dry and that blue tank top, the one that had been teasing her with glimpses of cleavage for the past hour. “Take off your shirt,” Gabriella whispered, loving everything about this driver’s seat, the issuing of commands. Ryan swallowed and wordlessly slid the tank top over her head, leaving a black bra that left little to the imagination. “That, too,” she said. Ryan exhaled and unhooked her bra, letting it join the rest of her clothes on top of the dresser. Gabriella feasted on what she saw, the reality of Ryan’s body waiting for her. The subtle curve of her hips juxtaposed with surprisingly round breasts. Gabriella stepped forward and traced the outside of one with a fingertip. “Look at you.” She kissed Ryan’s neck and then the underside of her jaw, going up on tiptoe. She saw Ryan grip the dresser, which was fine. For now. She palmed a breast and then two, sucked the nipple into her mouth. Ridiculously satisfying, all of it, but she had designs on so much more.

“Fuck,” Ryan hissed and dropped her head back. Her dark hair fell with her, thick and gorgeous, her neck on display. Gabriella kissed and licked the column of it.

But those breasts called her back, and she was a woman on a mission. Gabriella took her time with her mouth, lost in a haze of lust. She hadn’t let herself go, so unrestricted