by Bella Andre
Oh God, that one slow stroke of his tongue was almost enough to pitch her over the edge. Just a few more brushes on her overheated, oversensitive skin, just a handful of thrusts against him, and she’d not only be the kind of woman who made out in the back of a cab...she’d also be the kind that climaxed in one.
But, amazingly, it wasn’t her sense of propriety, it wasn’t even a last grasp at self-control that had her shifting back on his thighs just enough to keep from imploding. It was the fact that her hands were even more insistent, simply craved the chance to finally touch the man she’d only been able to admire visually for so long, that had her refocusing on the planes and hollows of his face.
She could have explored Ryan’s face for hours—the slightly irregular bone over the bridge of his nose where he’d once been hit with a baseball, the peaks and valleys of his upper lip, the bristling stubble across his chin and cheeks that scratched at her fingers and palms, the perfect curve of his earlobe, the strong beat of his heart at his pulse point.
How different, she had to wonder, would all of this feel against the insides of her thighs rather than her hands?
And would she find out tonight?
The decadent questions had Vicki shifting closer to him again, and her eyes fluttered open. Until now, Ryan had always been the one to kiss her. Right from that first night in the cocktail lounge when their game of pretend had begun, Ryan had been the one to claim her mouth in the gentle kiss.
They both knew he could take anything he wanted from her right now, even in the back of a cab. He was bigger. Stronger. And she wanted him. Badly. And yet, he remained perfectly still beneath her.
Watching her with those dark eyes.
Waiting, as if to see whether she was brave enough to demand from him what he’d demanded from her in the bar.
Vicki told herself her heart shouldn’t be thudding so hard in her chest over yet another kiss. But it was.
Because she knew this was so much more than a kiss.
It was the difference between allowing herself to be seduced by Ryan...and being an equal partner in seduction.
Ryan hadn’t said a word, but she could hear his voice just the same. Come on, Vicki. Just one little kiss. Give it to me. You know you want to.
As if he’d said the words aloud, his dark eyes lit with the humor that was never far from the surface, the perfect combination of wicked and daring, safe and sweet.
That was when Vicki knew she was a goner.
Not just for one kiss.
Not just for one night.
But forever.
They’d make love tonight. It would be beautiful and thrilling and, likely, the culmination of every sexual fantasy she’d ever had.
But Vicki didn’t need to sleep with Ryan to know that he’d already conquered all the corners of her heart.
And that making love would likely cause irreparable damage between them come morning.
She kissed him anyway.
Chapter Seventeen
Vicki’s mouth was a soft press of sweetness against Ryan’s lips as she finally kissed him.
God, she tasted good. He loved the way her tongue found his before pulling back slightly to stroke against his lips and teeth.
Even more, though, he loved the fact that she’d finally reached for him.
Not just with her mouth on his, but the way she’d put her hands on his face and closed her eyes as if she were sculpting him. Sitting in the cab with all of his clothes on and her hands on him, he’d felt naked. And completely transparent. As if Vicki had a direct line to his heart...and soul.
He’d wanted her to know it all, everything he didn’t know how to say but couldn’t stop feeling.
When the taxi driver hit the brakes hard, Ryan was glad for the excuse—for any excuse—to hold her even tighter. He’d never felt anything as good as having her in his arms and when she’d been rocking into him a few minutes ago, he’d been close to losing it fully clothed.
She tried to slip off his lap as he reached for his wallet, but he wouldn’t let her go until the last possible second. Still, he held fast to her hand so that she couldn’t leave the cab until he did, too.
The taxi sped away from them, and in the light of the streetlamp outside his front gate, Vicki’s beautiful face was flushed. Her eyelashes were covering her eyes from him and he wanted to tip her chin up to his, make her look at him and really see who was claiming her before he took her right then and there on the street.
Somehow, a faint glimmer of common sense got through. Once he had her inside his house, however, all bets were off.
There wasn’t going to be any embarrassment tonight.
Or any holding back.
He’d waited too long for her. Had she waited just as long for him? Or was she simply swept up in the moment?
Even though he told himself it didn’t matter, that they’d work it all out in the morning, he wasn’t quite able to push away the twinge in his chest that seemed to say it did, in fact, matter very much whether this was just an impulse for Vicki.
Damn it, he’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her. But if she was at all hesitant, he knew what he’d have to—
“Let’s go inside, Ryan.” He was surprised to see Vicki’s eyes darkened with the kind of passion he’d only ever seen her give to her sculptures. “I want to feel more of you beneath my fingertips.” She licked her lips, before whispering, “All of you.”
Ryan throbbed hard behind his zipper and he quickly punched in the security code and led them up the steps to his front door, then inside the house they’d shared for the past few days as friends.
Together, they went to the couch where they’d been watching the movie together just the night before. Even for the five minutes they’d seen of the movie, it had been torture not to reach for her, not to lay her down on the leather and strip her naked so that he could taste every inch of her body.
What a difference forty-eight hours had made.
Thank God.
It was the most natural thing in the world to put his arms around her and pull her right where he wanted her. Her green eyes were big and so damned beautiful as she blinked up at him when he came over her. She was so much smaller than he was that he wanted to be careful, didn’t want to put too much of his weight over her, even though it killed him not to get even closer.
She took advantage of the small distance he’d put between them to push his jacket from his shoulders. He helped her get it off and then she was using those incredibly gifted and clever hands of hers to undo the buttons of his dress shirt.
Ryan’s breath was coming faster and faster, his control slipping more and more with each brush of Vicki’s fingertips over his chest as she worked her way down the front of his shirt.
He needed to rein himself in, enough at least that he wouldn’t scare her with all that he wanted from her.
Everything.
She lifted her eyes to his again just as the word resounded inside his brain.
“You’re so beautiful, Ryan,” she said, and then she laid her hands on the chest she’d bared, palms flat, fingers splayed.
He wanted to see her, too, needed to strip the sexy dress from her gorgeous curves and find out if all of his fantasies about her naked body were, in fact, real. But then her eyes were closing again and she began to move her fingers over his skin.
Her fingernails scraped slowly through the dark hairs that curled over his pecs and he was powerless to control a rumbling groan at the sweetness of her touch. Another smile tipped her lips as she played with him some more.
“I love the way you’re vibrating through my hands,” she whispered as she moved her hands higher, up toward his shoulders.
He’d thought he wanted her hands lower, but the way she traced each line of muscle and sinew over his shoulders, then up onto his neck, was hands-down the sexiest thing any woman had ever done to him.
If she wanted to just keep touching him like this, he would happily let her for as long as she w
anted.
But then she moved her hands down from his neck, over his shoulders, to his upper arms. Shoving the fabric of his shirt down so that she could touch his skin, she wrapped her hands over his biceps and triceps, which were bulging from holding himself up over her, and gave a happy sigh.
Her eyes fluttered open, stunning him all over again with their beauty as she said, “You’re so perfect. I love touching you.”
He couldn’t resist dropping his mouth to hers then and taking her lips in a kiss that told her he thought she was absolutely perfect, too. She gripped his arms as he deepened the kiss, her hips arching up into his. Her legs were pinned between his, and he took advantage of the position by pressing himself hard into her. This time she was the one groaning as pleasure took them both over.
Ryan hadn’t lain on a couch fully clothed, grinding against a girl, since high school. It occurred to him through the fog of lust in his brain that it was fitting they should be here like this, almost as if they were revisiting all those lost opportunities when they were teenagers.
If he had ever gotten her like this in high school, he would have lost his freaking mind, he’d wanted her so bad. All the years between then and now had only amped up that want and he had to fight not to just rip her clothes off and take her.
Hell, who was he kidding? That was exactly what he needed to do. A second later, he was shrugging off his shirt and reaching for one of the zippers on the front of her dress.
“I’ve wanted to do this all night long.”
He finally unzipped her a couple of inches, baring perfect soft skin. He would have kept going all the way if surprise hadn’t lit her eyes.
“You did?”
He’d thought she knew exactly what she was doing with the dress, that she’d intentionally created the ultimate fantasy for every single guy at the party of undoing each zipper one by one, from her breasts, her hips, and up each thigh.
“We all did.”
Her eyes widened and she licked her lips as if concerned. “We?”
He adored Vicki, and trusted her in a way he didn’t trust any other woman but the ones he was related to, but he had a hard time believing she was surprised by the way she’d looked tonight.
He lowered his mouth to the spot on her neck just below her ear and after giving it a sharp nip, then licking over the skin, he said, “You had to know what all those zippers would do to a bunch of horny ballplayers.”
“No,” she swore even as shivers wracked her sweet, soft frame at the next touch of his teeth, then tongue on the other side of her neck. “My friend Anne is so talented that I had to wear her dress. And I didn’t have anything else to wear.”
Ryan lifted his head to gaze down at the surprisingly innocent beauty below him. She’d lived for over a decade with artists who, he guessed, partied harder than even the biggest sports stars, that probably slept in kinky groupings even a guy like him had no interest in at all.
How had she kept herself apart from all of it?
“Remind me to thank her next time I see her for the pleasure of unwrapping you like this.” He pulled the zipper down again, all the way this time, so that her breasts spilled free.
Ryan froze as he looked down at her.
“Jesus, Vicki.” He swallowed hard, tried to grab hold of what was left of his frayed control. “You aren’t wearing a bra. And your breasts are—”
There weren’t any words for them. Nothing that would even come close to doing them justice.
Against her creamy skin, her nipples were a dark, rosy flush. The tips hardened even further as he stared down at her in wonder.
Vicki was every fantasy he’d ever had come to life beneath him, her body made for sex in its purest, sweetest form, with curves to fit his hands, his mouth, his—
“Ryan?”
He could hear the panic just starting to bubble up in her voice at the crazy way he was acting, but he didn’t have the lucidity anymore to deal with it. All he could do was reach for her with a trembling hand and cup the softest flesh he’d ever touched.
He throbbed so hard in his pants his arousal was almost pain, rather than pleasure, but trying to keep the reins on his desire for Vicki didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered but touching her the way she’d touched him, discovering her with his hands on her skin, her sweet moans of need reverberating all the way through him.
When one hand wasn’t nearly enough, he covered her with both, splaying his hands over her skin just as she had over him. He could feel the beating of her heart, so fast, so strong, through his palms, his fingertips.
Words he hadn’t planned on saying, full of emotions he knew he wasn’t supposed to feel for just a friend, hung on the edge of his tongue and the only way he could stop himself from saving them was to lower his lips to one beautiful peak and take her into his mouth. Vicki’s hands threaded into his hair as she arched closer to him. He began by gently swirling his tongue over her, but then he had to taste her better with his teeth, his lips. She gasped as he nipped at her sensitive skin, then sucked harder, trying desperately to get his fill of her sweetness.
Suddenly, her hips went wild beneath him and he was about to move one hand down to her hips to hold her steady before she unwittingly pushed him over the edge, when she whispered, “Ryan,” in a raw voice, his name falling from her lips again and again.
My God, he suddenly realized, she was about to shatter beneath him, from nothing more than his mouth at her breast.
He cupped her hips hard against him and ground against her the way he’d been wanting to all night. He didn’t have time to worry about being gentle, or holding back for fear of shocking her. He never wanted her to forget her first climax in his arms...and didn’t intend for a minute to let her escape from the fact that he was the one taking her over the edge of pleasure.
Her skin dampened beneath him as she moved closer and closer to release and it was pure instinct to lift his head from her chest, raise one hand to stroke her cheek as she writhed beneath him.
“Let go, Vicki. Let me see how beautiful you are.”
Her eyes fluttered open just as her lips parted on a gasp. She arched into him and trembled hard in release just as he took her mouth in a kiss. Again and again he pushed his hips into hers as he held her against him, until finally he felt her go lax and soft again.
Ryan felt wild, like an animal finally released from capture as, with a soft nip at her bottom lip, he pulled back to stare down at the woman he needed more than anyone he’d ever known.
Her eyes were closed and she was still breathing hard as he ran the pad of his thumb over the lips he’d just been devouring. Slowly, her eyes opened and her cheeks flushed even more. Ryan didn’t realize he was grinning down at her until she smiled back.
“You’re amazing, Vicki.”
She blinked once, twice, then turned her head a little to the side as if she was suddenly shy. “I didn’t know that was going to happen. I’m not usually so—” She shook her head a little, staring at his bicep before saying, “—sensitive.”
While he loved hearing that he’d made her feel things she didn’t usually feel, he hated the way she seemed almost afraid to look at him. Cupping her jaw gently, he turned her face back to his.
“I may never be able to sit comfortably on this couch again,” he teased her with a smile, even though the blood was pumping through his veins so hard he could barely form a sentence.
It was true, of course, that he’d be reliving those last fifteen minutes for a very long time. Every time he walked into the living room, he’d see Vicki lying beneath him, her beautiful breasts spilled into his hands and mouth, while she arched into him and found her pleasure.
She flushed again, but this time he wouldn’t let her turn away from him.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he told her, forcing her to see exactly what she did to him. “Even more beautiful than I thought you’d be.”
Again, that little look of confusion furrowed the skin between her eyebro
ws.
“You have no idea how many nights, how many hours I thought about you,” he admitted to her in a low voice. After all, now that they were finally together for real, there was no reason to hold back his endless fantasies, was there? “I was dying to know how you touched yourself. What you liked. How you liked it. I couldn’t stop wondering about the sounds you made when you were close...and when you finally went over.”
She didn’t say anything, just continued to stare up at him like she couldn’t possibly believe what he was saying was true. Wanting her to believe, needing her to know just how much she meant to him—how much she’d always meant—he slid his hand from her hips back to her breasts.
Another gasp sounded from her pretty lips as he cupped her soft curves and ran his thumb over the taut, still-damp peak. “I also,” he said in a voice made raw from pure need, “dreamed of seeing you naked one day.”
“Ryan...please.”
He didn’t know if she was begging him to stop divulging his secret desires—or to hurry and make good on them. Not that there was any choice, of course. He couldn’t possibly get this close to stripping her clothes from her and not make good on it.
He grinned down at her again, his friend who had just become so much more, thank God.
Benefits had never been this good, that was for sure.
“I always have liked the sound of a woman begging.”
Her eyes rolled, then, and he was glad to see that her shyness finally seemed to have gone.
“So I’ve heard,” she replied with a sassy lift of one eyebrow.
He had to lower his mouth to one breast and then the other again before asking, “What else did you hear?” When she didn’t answer right away, he licked at her again. “Come on, I’m dying to know.”
“I can’t think when you do that.”