Lie to Me (22 page)

“Ryder,” she whispered.

“Babe.” Catching her lips, he kissed almost ruthlessly, his desire for her surging within him, going from hot to carnal fire.

  Hauling her up against him, he deepened the kiss, tongue sweeping in to ravish her mouth, licking and tasting, taking and giving, sucking the very breath from her, leaving her almost limp in his arms, clinging to him.

Sure as hell he liked that sensation, the way she leaned into him, trusting him, making him feel protective and possessive all at once, dominant, his natural nature coming to the fore.

Not that it had ever left.  He’d stalked her, trapped her against the wall, kissed her and practically dragged her into the bedroom, keeping her high on passion for their combined pleasure.

But there was so much more to come, her heat, her silk, her cream coating him.

With a low, guttural growl, Ryder tipped her back onto the bed, following her down, pinning her to the mattress as he took her mouth again, kissing hotly, deeply, feeling as if he could feast on her mouth for an eternity.

Bracing himself on one elbow, he reached between their bodies, darkly pleased when she parted her thighs for him, but his frustration rose with a touch of irritation when he encountered not satiny, hot skin, but silk panties.

Fisting his hand in the side of it, he ripped it apart with one powerful tug, ignoring Dee’s gasp of surprise.  Releasing her lips, he lifted his head to lock his gaze on hers, watching with primal satisfaction the widening of her eyes, the flicker of uncertainty.

God yes, she was his, she was under him, she was controlled by him.  She was laid out for his pleasure, for their pleasure, and by God he planned to bury his carnal desires in her hot, curvy body.

And take her along for the erotic ride.

Slowly, he smiled, revealing his raptorial ardour, the dark lust that rode him as hard as he planned to ride her.

Keeping their gazes locked, he lifted his hips enough to slide his hand to her other hip, grabbing the silk material and ripping it free with another powerful tug.

“Lift you hips,” he ordered, voice deep, almost harsh with need.

Wordlessly she obeyed, and reaching beneath her, he yanked the material away, tossing it carelessly aside as she eased down beneath him.

He didn’t lower himself to her, not yet, balancing on his hand and knees above her as he reached down, watching her soft lips tremble a little before she bit them, her eyes wide, hot with desire yet still a little wary.

How he loved keeping her uncertain, off-guard, making her guess his next move, his thoughts.

Placing his fingertips between her breasts, he watched her expression as he exerted a little pressure, scraping his short nails lightly yet firmly down her breastbone, down further, hearing her breath catch as he scraped down the gentle swell of her belly, down further as his nails slid through the curls atop her mound, her pupils dilating so that it almost obliterated the blue of her irises as his fingers continued relentlessly.

But even as he didn’t falter, as he delved between the sheltering, slick flesh that guarded her secrets, he took care, lifting the pressure so his nails didn’t scratch the delicate tissue, but he let her feel his determination, his claiming of her womanhood, his fingers pressing up against her perineum.  Then he exerted a little pressure.

Dee’s lips opened on a soft gasp, her hands on the quilt shifting restlessly as he started to lightly tap his fingertips along the delicate flesh.

Deliberately he parted his legs between hers, forcing her thighs to open wider for him, forcing her more until her knees bent upwards and outwards, giving him complete access.  Making her feel even more vulnerable.

Slick heat met his fingertips at the entrance to her body and he played around it, trailing his fingertip around the opening, watching her reactions.

She started to squirm, deliciously helpless in the position he had her, hands gripping the quilt as she tried to move away from his touch, her body betraying her by pressing into him even as she sought relief.

He laughed low, sinister.  “Not getting away from me now, babe.”

“Ryder, please…please…”  Her head tipped back, dropping onto the pillow as she collapsed under him, a soft cry escaping her as his finger slipped deep inside her.

Jesus, she was tight, he could feel it even around just his finger.  So damned tight, so deliciously hot.  Her slick sheath clasped him like a glove, clamping down, and just the thought of how she’d feel clasped so tightly around his shaft was almost enough to blow his head.  Both of them.

Forcing his ravenous lust down, he feasted his senses on her as he again slowly penetrated her body with his finger, sliding it deep inside her, sliding it out, the cream of her body’s response easing the way.

Soft moans slipped from between her kiss-swollen lips, her body writhed beneath him, helplessly held open by his muscular legs and hips, her hands twisted in the quilt, drawing it upwards, her throat arched as her head pushed back into the pillow.

Hungrily, his gaze wandered over her face, down over her shoulders, down further to where her breasts trembled with her every movement, the gentle swell of her belly, the generous curve of her hips, the rounded thighs bared to his gaze, the blonde curls that sheltered her mound.

His senses feasted on her moans, her reactions, her responses, her heat and silk.

His own response was harsh, aching, shaft throbbing angrily, straining upwards to his belly button, leaking in anticipation.

Ryder thumbed the exposed little clitoris, the hard bud swelling beneath his expert caresses.

Dee shuddered, a keening cry escaping her as she arched up into him.  Her sheath clamped down harder, muscles starting to spasm.

Immediately he withdrew his finger, giving her secrets a hard little pat, making her jerk in erotic shock.

His laugh was ragged, dark, as he lowered himself onto her, reaching up to grab her wrists and hold them above her head, balancing on his elbows as he looked down into her passion-drenched eyes.

“So beautiful, babe,” he whispered huskily.  “So beautiful and all mine.”

Drawing his hips back, his shaft slid through her parted labia to unerringly find the opening to her body, the tip sliding easily into her, aided by the cream of her body.  But it wasn’t easy to enter fully, her smallness and his girth making it erotically tight.  So very bloody, damned, deliciously tight.

A little shove and the broad head of his shaft slipped inside fully, and with a flex of his hips Ryder surged forward, pushing deep, hard, fast.

Something gave inside her, so quick and fleeting that he almost didn’t register it.  But he almost stopped when Dee cried out, her wrists pushing against his hold.  Even in the heat of passion he was worried he’d hurt her, been too rough, and he started to lift off her, trying to ignore his shaft which angrily protested and his heart that pounded so hard, but when she lunged up almost desperately to huskily order, “Don’t stop!  Goddamn it, don’t you stop!” into his ear, his concern fled, unbridled heat once more overtaking him.

Her sheath clasped him like a fist in a silken glove, making him work to withdraw and push into her, the erotic hold fanning the fires of his desire, making him ravenous to fill her, claim her, show her body it was he who demanded, who took, who gave as he pounded into her, hearing her cries of passion, seeing the heat blazing in her eyes, and as his body pounded hers, he dropped his head to claim her mouth, ravaging it deeply, swallowing her cries.

Her body was hot and tight around him, softness beneath him, her mouth a honey-filled cavern.  Her scent filled the air, he sucked it in with every hard breath, the light scent of flowered perfume and her womanly essence combined.

She tugged at her wrists and he released her, glad he did so when her hands slid around to his back, nails digging in deep as she arched beneath him, her body helpless to do anything but take what he gave, and he thrust harder, deeper, riding her almost ruthlessly.

Jesus, his heart was thundering so hard, blood hot, thick, flashing through him on a crimson tide of carnal heat that scorched him from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Dee cried out beneath him and he pushed upward on his arms, muscles bulging as he took his weight, looking down at her as she pushed her head back into the pillow.

Passion, her face showed pure passion.  Her eyes in the dim light glittered with it before she closed them, the thick lashes sweeping down to hide the brilliance.  Little moans of passion filled the air in time to his thrusts and he knew she was close, the puckered nipples on her breasts flushed deep pink.  Her nails dug into his skin in hungry ecstasy, and he felt the ripple in her sheath.

Harder he rode her, reaching above her to clamp his hand on the headboard, using it to brace them both as he pounded into her, rutted like a craving beast, so hot and hard he could hardly think.  Fire spiralled through him, scorching his skin, need boiling up inside him, ardour flaring out to rake down low from the pit of his stomach to the sac drawing so tightly against him.

He moved on instinct now, caught up in mind-shattering pleasure, the heat and silk of her gripping him so tightly making him swell inside her, drag harder to pull out, push to get back in, a glorious, rutting action that plucked the strings of desire down in his sac, drawing searing seed upwards, splintering it along his shaft, swelling and hot, bursting forth as he threw his head back, his guttural snarl of triumph and unbridled prurience filling the room.

Beneath him Dee shuddered, sheath clamping down around him, muscles spasming, milking him of the hot seed that burst free to coat her deeply.  Her cry joined his, her body pushing against him as she arched up in ecstasy.

Ryder shoved hard, hips pumping as he poured everything he had into her, marking her inside, filling her, thrusting hard once, twice, before stiffening, straining, a hot tide of rapacity crashing down on him, sweeping him away in a shattering whirlpool of eroticism.

~*~

The sounds of passion filtered through the air into the deserted back lot of the shops.  Deserted except for the watcher who cursed furiously. 
Damn it!  Damn it all to hell and back!

Fists clenched, the watcher felt the fury well up inside.  The Goddamn bitch was shagging the paramedic.  It wasn’t enough that she’d caught the attention of Jason, she now had the attention of the local paramedic as well.

Filthy, conniving woman.  How many men did she need?  Breaking up couples, breaking up families, making brother turn on brother, lover on lover.

~*~

Dee watched as Pete came in the door.  “Man, I’m so sorry to call you.”

“No worries.”  He grinned.  “I need the cash.”

“You could have told me that earlier, you know.  I’d have found more work for you.”

“Nah, she’s right.”  He stepped around the counter, placing a takeaway cup on top of it, the smell of hot coffee filling the air.  “You could have called me earlier, you know.  I’m up at five every morning.”

“Like I want to take on your wife.  She’d kill me for ringing at five.”

“She’s up with me.”

Dee eyed him.  “Seriously, you two have a problem.  You’re retired.  Why the hell would you willingly get up at the arse-crack of dawn?”

“Habit of a lifetime.”  Removing the lid, he took a tentative sip of the hot coffee.  “Besides, you do it.”

“I get up at five thirty.”

“Wow, a whole half hour later.”

“And on Sundays and public holidays I sleep until at least nine.”

“Sleep or lie awake in bed?”

“Doze.  Read.  Do whatever the heck I want.”

His eyes took on a gleam.  “Sleep overs?”

Holy crap!
  Dee almost had a heart attack. 
Could he possibly know?

“’Bout time you caught yourself a bloke,” Pete continued.  “A certain bloke.”

Okay, maybe he doesn’t know
.

“There’s a certain bloke for you, Dee.”

“Good grief.”  She moved out from behind the counter.  “I don’t need to hear this.”

“Might do you good.”

“Might do me worse.” 
Ryder did me last night.  Twice. 
She almost tripped over her own feet at the memory, not to mention the flash of accompanying heat low in her loins. 
Don’t think about it! 
“Look, I have to go.  Thanks for manning the shop this morning, Pete.  If I’m not back by closing time, midday as its Saturday, then just lock up and give the key to Del, okay?”

“Sure.  Well, Julia!  How’s it going, love?  Haven’t seen you for ages.”

Dee glanced over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchenette to see Scott’s mother, Julia Preston, place a newspaper on the counter and settle in for a chat with a delighted Pete.  The man did love to gossip. 

Smiling, Dee walked into the back of the shop and headed upstairs.  As she stepped out onto the landing, her smile faded.  There was the wall Ryder had trapped her against.  There was the doorway to her bedroom he’d pushed her into.  There was the bed inside he’d tipped her onto.  There was the quilt that bore the traces of her broken virginity - no, wait, that was now flapping on the clothesline.  The quilt, that was, not her virginity, though that might as well be flapping in the breeze, it was so gone.