Dangerous (9 page)

My heart pounded in my chest. I bit my lip and unbuttoned my coat, impatiently pulling my arms out of the sleeves and throwing it on the couch. I took a step closer to him. My pulse sounded so loud to me that I wondered if he was able to hear it too.

He shook his head, a slow smile playing at his lips. “This is gonna be slow,” he growled.

I groaned in frustration, stepping even closer to him. I could feel the heat of his body now, mere inches from me.

“But…” I whispered, trailing off as he closed the distance between us and reached his hands around my waist.

He shook his head and bent to kiss me. It was gentle this time, nothing like the brusque passion I’d seen in him in the alley. But the passion was there alright. I could tell from the look in his eyes and the huge erection that was now clearly visible in his pants.

Now, I was the one who wasn’t taking this gentle shit. I reached my arms around his neck, pulling his face down to meet mine; kissing him with the desperate need I felt in every cell in my body.

“Amy,” he whispered, pulling on my shoulders and effortlessly guiding me away.

I widened my eyes as he stroked my cheek gently, like a man who had all the time in the world.

“Ryan,” I said, my voice sounding strangled and high.

He raised an eyebrow inquisitively. I could tell he was enjoying this. But I was in no mood to play games now, even if they were the most pleasurable games imaginable. My need was baser.

“Please,” I whispered.

Ordinarily, it would have embarrassed me to state my need so plainly. But it didn’t now. I was need and need was me. I’d forgotten everything—the job interviews. The hunt for a new apartment. Hearing nothing from the cops about the burglary. It wasn’t like I could fall any lower.

“I want you too,” he whispered, his fingers sliding down my neck and stroking my collarbone.

I fidgeted, the heat inside me growing. I reached my arms around him, running my trembling fingers up and down the thick muscle of his back. I pushed against him, squeezing his butt, wondering how it was possible to be so ripped. I couldn’t wait any longer—I needed to see the body I’d been daydreaming about since the first time I saw him in Tully’s.

He cursed as my fingers slid around, glancing off the huge, noticeable bulge in the front of his pants.

“Dammit, Amy. What part of slow don’t you understand?”

“I can’t help it,” I pouted. “I can’t wait.”

He unbuttoned my shirt slowly, pulling the thin fabric away from my shoulders when he was done. I gasped as he bent his head and trailed kisses down my neck to the tops of my breasts. It was too much—the soft, teasing kisses left me aching for more. I stepped out of his grasp and pulled my shirt off, throwing it on the couch.

Usually, I felt self-conscious; especially the first time with a new guy. But this time… I was so blinded by my need for him that I didn’t give a damn about my too-round butt or the stubborn band of fat around my waist.

His lips parted and it sent my body into even more of a frenzy to see the effect I was having on him. With my eyes rooted to his, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, leaning forward and grinning at him as I slowly, ever-so-slowly pulled the lace fabric away from me and held my heavy breasts in my hands.

His expression darkened. “Teaching me a lesson about restraint, are you?”

I shook my head, feigning innocence. “Not at all. Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

All hint of playfulness was gone from his expression now. He stepped forward, crowding me so I had no choice but to step backward, again and again until we’d reached the closed door to his bedroom.

He seemed taller now. Darker. Dangerous. And my body was raging out of control.

My core muscles clenched for him and he hadn’t even touched me yet. I leaned against the cold wood and slowly splayed my arms against the door, baring myself to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off me, yet he remained at a distance.

“What are you waiting for?” I whispered.

“Open the door.”

I stood up straight and pulled on the handle, letting the door creak open behind me. I looked back up at him. His gaze was still fixed on me, like I was the only thing in his field of vision.

“Take off your pants.”

A frisson of excitement rushed through. I did as he ordered, feeling a rush as I let them drop to the floor and stepped out of the legs. All I wore were my panties now. He was still fully dressed.

I stared up at him, my muscles already clenching out of control. It was the most delicious feeling I’d ever experienced. I couldn’t help but imagine how much more intense it would feel when he was buried deep inside me.

He stepped forward like a predator then, grabbing my hips and pushing me backward into the room.

I smiled, reaching up to push off his jacket and unbutton his shirt. He stopped my hands and held them tight before he pushed me down on the bed.

I landed on the comforter with a slight bounce.

His eyes had stayed riveted to my chest the entire time. It was impossible not to notice. He still had that darkness in his eyes, like he had the capacity to devour me. I shivered and watched as he threw off his jacket and slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

I gasped when I saw his chest. His thick muscles were covered with a smattering of wiry black hair.

I didn’t need to touch myself to see that I was wet for him—I could tell by the way the cold air seemed to radiate to my core. Pressure was building within me. If he didn’t touch me soon, I knew, I’d cry out from longing.

He threw his shirt aside, eyes never leaving my body.

He leaned forward, naked from the waist up now. With a practiced movement, he slipped the tips of his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them right off me, never once making contact with my skin. I moaned with disappointment.

He shook his head. “I told you.”

I bit my lip. I knew nothing I was going to say was going to hurry him up, and I hated him for it. I could tell from his face that it was killing him to hold off. It wasn’t that he didn’t want me—it was the control he was capable of exercising over his own body.

Right then, I was a prisoner of mine. I was pretty sure I would have done anything he’d asked if it meant he’d fuck me.

“How can you be so controlled?” I muttered.

He shrugged, kneeling on the edge of the bed and running his hands slowly up my calves. He stopped when he reached the middle of my thighs and it was all I could do not to reach forward and grab his hands and force them upwards.

My clit was aching now; ceaseless. I held my breath as he stood again, fearing he was going to find some new way of driving me crazy. But he wasn’t; to my relief he was standing up to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants. They dropped to the floor, revealing thick thighs bulging with powerful muscle. And there was no mistaking his arousal now.

I sat forward, reaching for him. But he shook his head and pushed me back down.

Slowly, so damn slowly, he knelt on the edge of the bed between my feet. I held my breath as he bent to kiss my thigh. I cried out as the different sensations registered in my brain. He moved up my leg with the same deliberate slowness, alternatively licking, biting and sucking the delicate skin. My brain was a frazzled mess just thinking about what was to come next.

When he reached the top of my leg, I felt a vibration against my skin as he laughed and moved all the way back down to the same starting place on my other thigh.

I was an incoherent mess by that stage, writhing and groaning on the comforter. I was addicted. I was mad as hell at him for teasing me, but I stayed there rooted to that bed. It was simple—if his mouth on my thighs was capable of making my body react like that, what the hell was it going to do when he reached my core?

For once I wasn’t worrying about my cellulite or trying to remember the last time I’d shaved. I just didn’t care. All I cared about was his body on mine and the whirlwind I knew was about to come.

He changed speeds, taking me completely by surprise and making me cry out suddenly and desperately.

I had no warning—his tongue just seemed to land on my clit, lapping away as he clamped a huge hand on either thigh to keep me from moving away. The sudden, rough sensation was electrifying, especially since he’d lulled me into a false sense that this was going to be steady and slow.

I cried out in protest as I felt his tongue explore my folds and even push inside me. I almost died from the surprise and the huge wall of pressure that suddenly built in my body. But now he was back to slow, rhythmic movements. I buried my fingers in his hair. I wanted to grab him. I was a madwoman. All I wanted was an end to the pressure I couldn’t even stand anymore.

“Please. Do what you were doing.”

He turned his head up to face me. I could tell from his eyes that he was grinning.

My toes clenched uncontrollably as he moved his attention back to my painfully swollen bud. I grabbed handfuls of the comforter as he sent me to places nobody else ever had. My pelvis pooled with warmth and my muscles already ached from the incessant clenching and squeezing.

I sobbed as he increased the pressure; I was completely lost to him now. One of his hands left my hip and I felt him push a finger inside me, exploring the sensitive skin of my entrance as he drew circles on my clit with his tongue.

“Please, Ryan,” I moaned, writhing against him as white-hot heat seared through me and I felt the most immense relief wash over me.

I stopped moving, my exhausted body barely capable of any more movement.

He grinned, easing himself up to nuzzle my belly with his lips. “Do you always scream like that?”

I was too exhausted to feel embarrassed. It would have been hypocritical anyway—how could I feel shy around him when he’d seen every inch of me and so obviously been aroused by what I’d always thought was a pretty repulsive sight. I just shrugged.

He eased himself up over me on strong arms, kissing my neck.

“I’m just getting started,” he murmured.

Those simple words were enough to set my body buzzing again, even though I’d believed just moments before that every reserve of energy I possessed was spent. I pushed against his shoulders—he moved with me, retreating back until his butt was resting on his heels and I was sitting upright, with my hands still pushing against his strong chest.

I reached for the waistband of his shorts and pulled them downward impatiently. He leaned forward to help me just as the band eased over his hips. His erection sprung free, inches from my face. I’d been prepared for his size, but nothing could have prepared me for that. I watched in astonishment as my trembling hand reached for him. It’s not like I had small hands or anything, but there was no way my fingers were closing around him.

I felt a throbbing deep inside, so intense it was more like an ache. I lowered my head, taking the tip of him in my mouth even though all I wanted to do was pull him on top of me and ease that massive cock inside me. My body was crying for him.

And he must have sensed it. He pushed me gently until I eased him out of my mouth. Then he pushed me back hard against the bed.

“I thought we were taking it slow.” I had no desire to do that—I never had—but I couldn’t help but tease him about it now.

He shook his head. “Come on, man. I’m not a fucking statue,” he growled hoarsely.

I held my breath as he parted my legs. He leaned forward and pushed the head of his shaft against my entrance. Even that fraction of an inch gave me the delicious feeling that he was spreading me open.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted, as he grasped my hips and pushed inside me.

There was no taking it easy now. He pushed hard, entering me deeply until I could feel him stimulating what felt like every nerve-ending in my body. He pulled out and thrust inside me again. And again, pulling me down the bed and rearranging himself so he could fuck me deeper.

I was surprised to feel the pressure begin to build in my body again. I’d never had two orgasms in a row. Now it was like all he had to do was click his fingers and I was coming for him on demand. My body clenched around him as he thrust; I felt him harden inside me and knew from his labored breathing that he was close. Relief washed over me again; I closed my eyes as my muscles clenched and twitched in a way that was just on the right side of painful.

As the intense rush finally started to subside, he grabbed my hair and thrust inside me harder than before, groaning like a wild animal as he came.

I lay under him for a long time, staring blindly. I couldn’t even begin to put into words what he’d just set off in my body. There was no doubt about it—my body was hooked. So much for a one-night thing.

But that was too bad—it was obvious that that was all he wanted.

Ryan

I eased myself up off the bed, careful not to wake Amy. I stretched, never taking my eyes off her naked body. It was like I couldn’t get enough of it.

Ever since that first night when she’d slept at my apartment, the only thing I could think about was what lay underneath that practical bra and those granny panties. It had consumed me. Were her nipples pink or brown? Big or small? How would she taste? Did she cry out or whimper? For me, she’d turned into that Christmas gift under the tree, the one that was wrapped differently to the others. I’d been obsessed with unwrapping her ever since that night.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. This was different, though. Unlike those gifts, which I’d unwrapped and then forgot about, I still had the same strange sense of curiosity about her. I mean, it didn’t make sense.

We’d fucked.

I’d seen every inch of her body.

The itch should have been scratched.

I shook my head and turned toward the door, thinking a coffee might clear my head. I paused and stopped, grabbing the comforter from where it had fallen off the bed and throwing it over her before I tiptoed out of the room and turned out the light.

What the fuck was this chick doing to me?

***

I opened my eyes and frowned, wondering how the fuck it was morning already. It felt like I’d only been asleep for minutes, but there was no denying it—morning sun was streaming through the blinds.

Something moved at the other side of the room and I sat bolt upright, before remembering. Well—it wasn’t like it was possible for me to forget the previous night with Amy. I just wasn’t used to sharing my bedroom with another person.

I lay back against the pillows and smiled, dreamily watching her hover around my bedroom in her black lace panties. I could get used to this. Then the smile slipped off my face.

“Wait a minute, are you going?”

She glanced back at me, looking startled. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were awake.”

I looked from her gorgeous sleep-crumpled face to her hand, which was resting on my door handle. “You’re just leaving?”

She shrugged. “I’ve got stuff to do.”

I opened my mouth to reply, but then I stopped myself. What was I going to do, plead with her to stay? This was the best thing for both of us, I reassured myself.

“See you around,” I said, wondering if I was imagining the note of disappointment in my voice.

She nodded and vanished out the door, leaving me lying in bed reliving the previous night over and over in my mind.