by Jennah Scott
The feel of his barely-there hand made her heart leap, and his declaration to leave almost put her in a panic. Her mouth opened in protest. It closed only a second later as Ryker’s voice tickled her ear. His hand finally made full contact and warmed the small of her back as he leaned in close to her. “You don’t have a timer I need to be aware of, do you?”
Angel let herself lean against him, the width of his chest consuming her back. She twisted, feeling his long fingers graze her ribcage. “I’m more of a … heat-based kind of girl. My timer will go as long as you keep me warm.”
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The smolder in Angelica’s painted eyes as she sat in front of him was downright tantalizing.
“Would you like to dance?” It was either that or ask her to go home with him for the night. Ha. That would more than likely get him backhanded by either Larry or Angel. He was going crazy being so close to her. Her ass was tempting in her tight blue shorts. The cherries hanging between her breasts begged him to suck on them.
Angel got up and stood to his side. Facing him she draped her arms over his neck. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “Not on the dance floor.”
Shivers vibrated through Ryke’s body and his dick hardened instantly. In a trance, he laced his fingers with hers and followed her out the door. She mesmerized him. Damn near made him forget where he was. It didn’t matter, though. This was his chance to pick up where they had left off that afternoon.
Once outside he pulled Angel to a stop, grabbed her ass and brought her face to face with him. His fingers kneaded her firm ass. She slowed, allowing her body to move against his.
“Where’s your truck?”
“I walked.” He nodded across the street. “You ready?”
Ryke’s fingers dipped between her cheeks when Angel shifted to the left. Her shorts were short enough he turned his hand and pushed past the material until the tips of his fingers came into contact with her seeping pussy. “More ready than you know, sweetheart.”
Chapter 9
As soon as the she made it past the entryway of Ryke’s house, he locked the door and lifted her with one hand under her legs and the other across her back. Ryke cradled her as he carried her a few steps inside before placing her on the dining room table.
He parted her legs, wedging himself between them. An overwhelming need to taste her mouth, her skin, every part of her, made it difficult for Ryke to keep a slow pace. Their lips slammed together in an urgent kiss. Ryke didn’t want to pull away, but he needed to catch his breath. Too soon, he missed her warmth. He traced a line across her jaw with kisses and licks to her ear where he took pleasure in nibbling on her earlobe. Angel arched her back and moaned. This woman was perfect, so responsive, so beautiful. Nothing like any of the ladies he’d dated in the past and yet everything he wanted.
He inched his fingers beneath her shirt and slid it over her head, pleased to find she didn’t bother with a bra. This woman was amazing. Next he unbuttoned her shorts. When he tapped her ass, she lifted off the table enough he was able to ease them and her tiny thong right off of her.
“Lean back on your hands and pull your feet up to the edge of the table,” he said while he moved from between her legs.
Angel snapped her head up. Her eyes were questioning while her body obeyed his command.
“Good girl.” Her knees fell together, hiding her rose-pink pussy from his view. “Keep your legs spread wide for me, and hold your knees apart if you need to.”
“Ryke?”
“Can you trust me, sweetheart?”
“Umm … it’s a little early for that, isn’t it? I mean this is just a fuck, right?”
Ryke was ready to devour her naked body. The buildup since they’d first met was too intense to deny or try and forget. He didn’t want the night to end early. Their kiss in the shop was all it took for him to know one time with Angelica wouldn’t be enough. What started as a quick thrill was building up to the possibility of more as she stood in front of him, a treat for his taking.
Was he okay with that? He didn’t know that he wanted forever, but more than this … yeah.
He shook his head. “Not to me it’s not. I need more of your succulent body than just a quick fuck. Are you okay with that?”
She didn’t rush to leave, but Ryke saw the indecision in her eyes. Ray had warned him about Angel, and told him that she was quick to run. He didn’t want that, and he would slow down if that was what it took to get her to stay. If he hadn’t been paying attention, Ryke would have missed the slight tilt of her chin, her agreement that she wanted more.
“Ahh, I’m glad, sweetheart. So fucking glad.” The smile she offered made his dick pulse. “Spread your legs for me. Let me see you.” This time she did as he asked. Ryke watched Angel follow his order.
His eyes caught a glint of silver on her chest. As he looked closer, he saw the silver barbells through her nipples. The fabric of her shirt had kept him from them earlier, but he’d be putting those to use later. Right now his cock hurt, and he needed to take the pressure away. Ryke wanted to get them both off quick so he could take his time exploring her body, learning what turned her on. It would take more than tonight, but he’d enjoy their evening, and so would she.
With his hands on the inside of her thighs, Ryke spread her a little further before dropping to his knees and pressing his lips to the top of her core. Her hips bucked and her pussy glistened with her arousal. Good. Ryke wanted Angel to be as turned on as he was. The hesitation she’d had in admitting this would be more than just a one-time fuck worried him that she wasn’t sure, that her uneasiness would take away from the pleasure he wanted her to have tonight. But it looked like her body knew what she wanted even if her mind may have questioned the longevity of their agreement.
Angel leaned back on her hands. Just as she closed her eyes to fight the growing heat in her lower belly, warmth touched her most sensitive spot. She looked down to see Ryke buried between her thighs. His demands a few minutes ago caught her off guard. Angelica wasn’t used to the guy telling her what to do. In all her past experiences, she took over. She told him what she wanted and how to get her off. Ryke didn’t give her a chance. And the way he talked, she didn’t want to admit it but it turned her on, made her clit pulse with need.
He glanced at her from beneath his lashes and grinned just before running his tongue from bottom of her slit to the top in one slow sweep. In a silent cry for more, she shifted her hips forward, pressing into his face. Ryke moved his hands from her legs to her hips to hold her down, but he didn’t stop. He swirled his tongue around her clit and sucked the nub between his teeth, bringing her to the brink, only to back off until she panted and begged for release. Angel wondered how long he would keep up his torment. Cold air hit her molten core when he pulled back.
“Ry …” she began her protest only to stop when he spread her lips with his fingers and teased her clit with his thumb.
“No complaining, sweetheart.” His fingers rubbed her lips, spreading her juices around, torturing Angel even more. Finally, he thrust two fingers in deep, then twisted them until he hit her g-spot. She jackknifed off the table and Ryke chuckled.
He didn’t stop with his fingers. Ryke moved back into position, and his tongue joined his fingers. Angel’s muscles clenched around him, her legs squeezed him, and her insides quivered. As her climax built, Angel knew it would only be seconds before the dam burst.
“Yes. Yes,” she moaned. “Oh God, Ryke, don’t stop.” Angelica held herself up with one hand while the other reached for his head and held him in place. “Yes, Ryke, yes.”
“Mmmm.” Ryke slowly pulled his fingers from her tender core and peppered kisses along the insides of her thighs.
Angel had just enough time to catch her breath before Ryke’s mouth was on her again. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she slid off the table. Her chest pressed against his, and faint pressure from her nipple rings rubbed against his cotton T-shirt. The sensation reignited her arousal.
His mouth was hard on hers, demanding as he pushed her down to the floor and onto her knees. He went with her, never breaking their kiss as he fell to his knees. Her thighs soaked with her own juices, she’d never been handled the way he was touching her; demanding but gentle at the same time.
Ryke let one hand fall from the back of her head, down her shoulder and side before stopping at the top of her mound. His fingers rubbed back and forth along her bare seam. As he slid in one finger, then another, Angel couldn’t help but notice how perfectly his hand cupped over her most sensitive spot. He slipped them from between her folds, then brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her juices.
“Sweet. Decadent. And so much more for me to devour.”
Watching Ryke’s eyes glaze with bliss made Angel ache with need. She rubbed a finger to her clit, spread her fingers around the nub and applied just the right amount of pressure.
“Not without me you don’t.”
Ryke smirked and set his hand on top of hers before interlocking his fingers with hers. With his guidance they massaged her clit, together. Angel arched into his touch and tried to move her hand further but Ryke pressed down, preventing her from taking over. Slowly, he pressed their fingers down at the top of her sex and slid toward her entrance.
"Mm hmm." Angel moaned at the new touch, loving that they each took a part in reaching her ultimate peak in pleasure.
Angel took a deep breath, as they plunged deep into her heat.
"Oh, yes." Angel moaned. "Ryker, yes."
She couldn’t even imagine how it must have looked to see Ryke’s manly, calloused fingers and the bright red tips of her index and forefinger disappear and withdraw from inside of her.
"Fuck, yes. Spread your legs open for me." Ryker moved behind her. Regaining hold of her hand he drove their fingers deep inside of her. “Can you see it?”
“I can feel it.”
“Watch, Angel, watch us.”
His words alone made her quake, watch us, so intimate. Looked so good, too, their entangled hands thrusting in and out of her body, feeling his hard length against her ass and felt their fingers inside of her.
"Oh, God, Oh.” Angel wailed as they circled her clit together.
Ryke took his throbbing dick in hand once more, squeezing and jerking before he realized the opportunity he wasn’t taking advantage of. Fumbling for his pants, Ryker separated from Angel just long enough to find a condom and roll it on.
“On your hands and knees.” He cleared his throat and fumbled with the condom.
Angel did exactly as he said. Ryke stopped at the sight of her gorgeous tight ass in the air. She wiggled it in invitation.
Adjusting his position, he grabbed Angel’s waist and pulled her back against his groin. Her legs braced on either side of his thighs, his cock poised at her dripping entrance. Angelica turned to look back at Ryke, her eyes flashed with unchained passion, before pushing against him, forcing him to fill her to the hilt. It was finally the right moment.
Ryker’s dick lengthened and swelled inside. He could give her what he needed, what she wanted without voicing it. Ryke laid a kiss on the small of Angelica’s back. Quivering muscles welcomed him and he pulled out, then thrust back in hard. Her cheeks jiggled beneath him, his fingers squeezing into her hips.
"Fuck! Yes! Don’t stop! Yes!" The rock of her hips alone urged him on.
Ryke quickened his movements. His hand shot out, finding her short hair and running his fingers across her scalp.
"Yes!" She screamed one more time before Ryke came hard, his seed filling the tip of the condom. Ryker wished for the first time ever that he could have taken her bare. Could have felt his seed pouring into her. Left his mark, made her his.
Angel and Ryker collapsed to the floor. Both rolled to their sides, their eyes meeting as they lay exhausted. Something had changed only moments before. That had been something more than lust.
Chapter 10
With the last of the tremors leaving her body, Angelica lay on the floor trying to remember the last time sex with someone had been so electrifying. The way he knew just what she’d want, how he took control but never made her feel used or like a plaything. They had been in perfect synch and she had loved every moment of it.
Of course, then she was lying on the floor and starting to get cold. A shiver ran down her arms, making her shake just a tiny bit but enough that Ryker noticed. Without a word, he rose from his spot next to her and retrieved a blanket. She sat up as he approached, unsure how to react. It wasn’t her first one-night stand, but being laid out naked on the floor was something new. Ryker draped the blanket’s edge over her stomach, covering her legs and toes. Angelica snuggled beneath the warmth of the fleece.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. So …” Ryker stood and went into the bathroom to clean up. When he came back he pulled his boxer briefs up then rested his bottom against the table. “Tell me about your project.”
Angel sat up and began to play with a piece of her hair. She fumbled for an excuse not to tell him about it. Her art was hers. All he needed to do was supply the paint. “Umm, it’s … well, I mean, it’s not much right now, just an idea.”
Suddenly she felt like she was squirming, and somehow being put on the spot. She struggled to hold the blanket over her shoulders while trying to stand, trying to get her feet behind her enough to do so and needing to come to his level. When she was sitting down, looking up at him made her uncomfortable. He took control with sex, and she was okay with that. But when talking about her project, she had to at least feel like an equal.
His hand reached out to hers and she took it, but he didn’t let go once she was steady on her feet. No, the incredibly sexy, body shop man with tattoos and blond hair caressed her hand while she stood naked under his blanket. The look in his eyes wasn’t demanding explanation, and he wasn’t pulling her to him for a second round. Instead he seemed content to hold her hand and gaze at her.
So much was comfortable about it, so much made her heart slow a few beats and take in the moment. Ryke was giving her another reason to stay. No. Ryker was sexy; she had her taste and that was it. Deal over.
What was it about the tender caress of his thumb rubbing circles on her palm that seemed worlds more intimate than knowing he had just kissed and licked and fucked his way around her body?
“It’s junk.” Angelica rolled her eyes and blew out her lips. Situation overhaul, she needed out and fast. Angel didn’t want this. Talking wasn’t part of a quickie. She pulled her hand slowly from his, reached for her tank and shorts, pulled them up and on with speed.
Ryker seemed completely unaffected, more proof that she was losing her mind. “Well, half the customer’s cars are junk. Best we can do as artists is make them pretty junk, I guess.”
“Yeah, that’s one way to look at it, I suppose.” Angelica shrugged her shoulders and slipped her feet back into her heels. God how the arches of her feet protested and the balls of her feet mourned getting back into something so confining.
“You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Ryker rolled the blanket around his arms the way men typically folded anything. She didn’t want him to think that at all, he’d been wonderful but that was it. He’d been wonderful. She was prepared for steamy, kinky, domineering even; but wonderful? Where the hell did that get her? It wasn’t that she never had sex with the same guy twice, it was just that she never wanted to stay at their place afterward, or curl up in their blankets, or hold their hands.
“God, no. You did everything right. More than right. But I have to go.” Angelica bit down on her lip, wanting to stay but knowing she couldn’t. “I should get back to work on that project. When my muse hits, I’ve learned it’s better to indulge rather than ignore.”
“Angel?” Ryke’s voice was low, demanding.
She turned back to him with caution, “Yeah?”
“How were you planning on getting home? You walked over here with me and went to the pub with Ray. I’m sure she’s gone by no
w. Why don’t you crash here for the night and I’ll take you home in the morning.”
Shit. It would be easy to stay, she could give in to her exhaustion and maybe even wake up to some breakfast. That would be nice, but she came here to get laid—and she’d gotten it. Relationships didn’t work for Angel and if she stayed, that’s what threatened to happen. Ryke was a nice guy, he told her he wanted more. She was okay with sleeping with him, but staying the night meant more. Her body thrummed with anxiety. Stay or go. It shouldn’t have been that hard to answer, but it was.
Angel shook off her fears. No. She had to leave.
“There’s a pretty good chance Ray’s still at the bar, I’ll walk back over there and if she’s not, I’ll come back and let you give me a ride.” Angel wagged her eyebrows at him. This was sex. That was all. Whether it was the exhaustion or the orgasm trying to make her think otherwise, it was wrong. Angelica Rousseau did not have roots and wasn’t about to start watering the soil to let them grow anytime soon.
Ryke stood in front of her, his naked chest and all of the beautiful ink that marked it open for her viewing. “I’ll walk with you.” With ease, Ryke wrapped her in a hug and kissed her cheek. “Let me finish getting dressed.”
Her hand met the hard wall of his chest. “Ryke.” Angel shut her eyes for only a second to let herself recognize the weakness she felt. It hadn’t overwhelmed her. She pushed it away, squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. Her eyes opened with determination. “You are talented and sexy as hell, but you’re not a babysitter and I’m a big girl.”
The tips of her bright red nails bit into his skin. His heat, the way they fit together, he felt safe and dangerous at the same time. A mix of contradictions. It all made her want to forget leaving, but she couldn’t. They would hook up again, she just didn’t know when or how often. Hell, as far as Angel knew she wouldn’t be around in a month. This was short-term. Fun. Nothing more.