Spirit of Seduction (8 page)

She’d never felt so totally taken care of.
She could easily get used to the luxury.

Ryan helped Emily from the shower then
lifted her into his arms.

She laughed, a musical sound he couldn’t get
enough of. “What are you doing? I’m not a damsel in distress. At
least I’m not anymore.”

He ignored her protest and brought her to
the bed, set her down on the soft blue comforter. “You might still
be weak from the drugs Arnie gave you.”

A cloud of tension passed quickly over her
features at his mention of Arnie. “I’m not, I’m fine. If I’m weak,
it’s from…you know, that incredible orgasm you gave me.”

He grinned. “I hope you can handle more
because I plan to spend the whole day in bed with you.” He
straddled her then lowered himself over her, making sure their
bodies connected at all the right points.

“Mm.” She wriggled beneath him as he trailed
his tongue along her clavicle, kissed his way to her shoulder, neck
and ear.

Her flowery scent drove him wild with
longing. Her lids shuttered over and her dark eyelashes fluttered.
Need coiled even tighter inside him. He cupped her breast, licked
the peak of the other, savoring the clean taste of her skin.

She writhed, arched toward him, urging him
on. Later he’d take his time, make love to her long and slow. But
holding back now was akin to torture for him and apparently for
her, too.

He plucked the hard point into his mouth and
heard her hiss in a breath. He rolled his tongue around her nipple,
sucked and nipped.

Emily lifted her hips, slid her moist sex
back and forth over his length. She reached to the nightstand and
grabbed a box of condoms.

Ryan took it from her, plucked out a single
packet and sheathed himself. He parted her legs with his knee then
slipped inside her heat. Inch by inch, he took his pleasure and
gave the same to her.

He stroked as she danced her fingertips over
his back. They moved in perfect rhythm. He fought for control until
she exploded in convulsive gasps. She sank her nails into his flesh
and he finally allowed himself to let go.

He thrust hard and fast until he detonated
in delight, gulping for air. A sweet flood of bliss overtook him,
swamped him in perfect gratification. He closed his eyes and was
gone.

* * * * *

Ryan woke at the sound of Emily’s voice. He
peeled open his eyes then shaded them from the sunlight. Checking
the clock, he realized he’d been asleep a couple hours. He followed
her voice into the living room but didn’t go near her when he saw
her sitting cross-legged on the wingback chair.

“I miss you, too, Mama.” She swiped a tear
off her cheek. “I’m sorry I haven’t been more in touch. But I plan
to change that. Something happened recently that…that made me
realize how important family is.” She nodded. “Christmas would be
perfect. I’ll call you soon, I promise.”

Ryan backed through the doorway into the
bedroom, not wanting her to shorten her conversation because of
him.

“Is it okay if I bring someone with me? He’s
special to me.”

Ryan swallowed back a golf ball size lump in
his throat.

“I love you, Mama.”

He climbed back into her bed and waited for
her to come in.

Moments later, she joined him under the
covers, sliding into the crook of his arm where she fit as if she
was made for the spot. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He kissed the top of her head.

“I know I’m making a lot of assumptions
here, but how would you feel about coming to New Orleans with me
for Christmas? We can check out the French Quarter and—”

He touched a finger to her lips and pulled
her closer. “Yes.”

She widened her eyes.

“I’d love to go. I have no family holding me
here for the holidays so a trip would be great.”

He gave her a soft kiss. “I want to be where
you are.”

Her expression relaxed and she snuggled
against him. “I want that too, Ryan.”

“Now that that’s settled, I think we should
concentrate on getting to know each other better.” He propped
himself on one elbow, facing her and stroked a finger over the
curve of her shoulder. “Beginning right now.”

About the author

Wynter Daniels lives in
Central Florida with her husband of more than twenty years and
their two nearly grown children. They are all the slaves of two
very demanding cats. After careers in marketing and the salon
industry, Wynter’s wicked prose begged to be set free.
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