Love and Lust (Small Town Secrets Book 2) Page 5

Grabbing the headboard with one hand, I started rocking my body, matching his rhythm but taking over. I looked down at his gorgeous tattooed chest as I ran the fingers of my free hand over it. Then I leaned over and licked his lower lip until he drew my tongue into his mouth and we kissed aggressively. Wrapping his hands around my head, he laced his fingers through my hair. But that made me screw up my rhythm, making Ryan do the hard work again, and it felt awkward, so I sat back up and he loosened his grip.

  It was then that I could feel myself nearing climax again.

  As Ryan slid his hands from the back of my neck to brush my breasts, my nipples hardened again at his touch. I bit my lip and looked at him again as his breathing grew deeper. After another moment, he seemed to tense up. My motion had been steady, but I began riding him harder, increasing my speed until he took down another hard breath.

  I realized he had reached orgasm when he grunted and grabbed my ass, causing me to come again, too, burying me in another incredible wave of ecstasy.

  Ryan let out a long sigh as he dropped his hands to the bed. When I slid off his body, I lay next to him, resting my head on his chest. And, as always happened when I had an amazing orgasm, I felt like I could die, because nothing could ever beat the sensation of feeling completely, one-hundred percent satisfied.

  Nothing.

  Chapter Seven

  I’d thought I’d go right to sleep after the evening’s activities—and I should have. It had been a long day and I’d had plenty of endorphins rushing around in my veins that should have sent me to sleepy-ville.

  No such luck.

  Instead, I lay there in bed with my head on Ryan’s chest. I loved being wrapped in his arms, and his gentle, rhythmic breathing should have been like sleep machine, but I was wide awake.

  His arms around me felt warm and comforting. That was stupid because, after all, Mr. Craig was my first one-night stand in a long time. And if I could broach that subject before he left, I could do a little damage control so things wouldn’t be awkward afterward.

  In the meantime, though, if I could let my thoughts go, I could catch a little shuteye.

  My right hand lay right in front of my face, and I began caressing his pecs, watching his stomach slowly rise and fall. Goddamn, this man was gorgeous. My eyes continued scoping him out, starting with his right arm that rested on top of the sheet. I nearly drooled at the multicolored tattoos that stretched from the top of his arm to his wrist, full of various images interspersed together. I couldn’t quite tell what they all were and I was afraid that if I moved, I’d wake Ryan up.

  The problem, though, was that my stomach started rumbling, reminding me I hadn’t eaten dinner. Maybe that was part of why I couldn’t sleep. So, quietly, I sat up, causing his arm to slide down my ass before dropping to the mattress. Probably for the best if he woke up so I could send him on his way.

  But, as I pulled a t-shirt out of my drawer and threw on a fresh pair of panties, I realized I didn’t want to be done with Ryan Craig yet. That, too, was stupid—I’d gotten two healthy orgasms out of the man. What more could a woman ask for?

  I peeked in the refrigerator and freezer and nothing caught my eye. That was probably partly due to not having much to choose from in the first place. I started opening cabinet doors and settled on a bag of popcorn. I threw it in the microwave and started it popping before pouring a glass of water.

  I’d just leaned against the counter to stare at the microwave when Ryan sauntered in wearing nothing but his light blue boxers.

  Holy fuck. The guy was still hot, even with disheveled hair and sleepy eyes. How I could stop myself from pawing at him, I wouldn’t know.

  Ah…but I was satiated.

  Wasn’t I?

  “Hi.” His eyes are up there, Samantha.

  “Hey.”

  I sensed that this was goodbye. It was for the best—but I could still try to be a gracious hostess before he left. After all, he’d rocked my world earlier. “You hungry?”

  He half-shrugged and flashed a partial smile, emphasizing that adorable soul patch. “I could eat a little.”

  Just in the nick of time, too. The popping slowed, so I opened the door and pulled the bag out, shaking it before grabbing two bowls out of the cupboard. “Want anything to drink?”

  “Maybe we could have that wine now.”

  “Oh, that’s right. Dessert.”

  His grin could have knocked me on my ass. “I’ll grab it.” Turning his sculpted body, he pulled the bottle out of the fridge. Then I pulled a corkscrew out of a drawer and handed it to him. While he was opening it, I fetched a couple of glasses out.

  We sat at the table and I munched a couple of bites of popcorn while he drank the wine, one large sip at a time. Forcing my eyes up from his hands, I looked straight at him, and he flashed me a smile. It wasn’t the polite shy look he’d given me at my desk during our first meeting. This smile was knowing, and there was something deep about it.

  I needed to talk to him about what happened next…but something inside me didn’t want to. His presence was calming while arresting. My brain knew I needed to kick him out but something inside my heart and loins wasn’t ready to send him packing yet.

  Swallowing the rest of the wine in his glass, he then placed it on the table. “I should probably go. I gotta work in the morning.”

  Yes, I could do this, right? Just sex.

  “Yeah, I have to be at the office early myself.”

  He stood up and walked back toward the bedroom and, on an impulse, I followed him. This was the awkward part I’d been putting off but no more. When I entered the doorway, he was looking under my bed. “Have you seen my cap?” He started putting his jeans on.

  “I think it’s in the kitchen.”

  Oh, there was that grin again. “Oh, yeah.”

  He pulled his shirt over his head and so, in an effort to be helpful, I picked up his boots and socks while mustering up the speech. The one where we re-established boundaries. But, as I handed them over to him, he got close—and the look in his eyes made my mouth water.

  Fuck. He felt it, too.

  This wasn’t going to be easy.

  Closing the gap between us, he kissed me hard. In response, I dropped the shoes and wrapped my arms around him.

  Dammit. This was bad.

  I could feel his need pressing up against my belly and my insides quivered, begging to feel him yet again. It made me weak.

  I couldn’t shoo him out yet.

  As his lips released mine—but his arms didn’t—I muttered, “Maybe you could stay a little longer.” Shit, his lips were a delicacy.

  Those jade eyes of his examined mine. “Do you want me to?”

  “Hell, yeah.” His lips slammed into mine again and I couldn’t feel my empty stomach anymore. When that delicious kiss ended, I pulled away and grabbed his hands. “Come on.”

  The man was game for anything and followed with a slight grin and a cock at half-mast.

  Leading him into the bathroom, I turned on the hot water faucet. Once I adjusted the temperature, I plugged the tub before turning around, catching Ryan staring at my ass. I grinned, cocking an eyebrow. “Do you like bubbles?”

  He shrugged. I took that as an I don’t give a shit response and opened the cabinet over the toilet until I found an old bottle of strawberry-scented bubble bath that I rarely ever used, because who has time for soaking in the tub? After I poured a bunch in the water, white, fluffy bubbles began to form.

  Then I reached into the cabinet beside him to get a couple of towels. His hands around my waist from behind stopped me from moving, and he pulled me back so my ass was cradled against his lap. Then he began kissing my neck, and I closed my eyes as my pussy tightened, growing slick for him.

  Jesus…I could have fucked this guy all night long. And, at this rate, it was a possibility. My pussy might get sore and I might be tired in the morning, but I was going to feel like a woman from head to toe when we were exhausted.

  And I’d be smiling.
That much I knew.

  Pulling my head back, I threw the towels on the counter before pulling the shirt over my head. “You joining me?” I shimmied the panties down my thighs, tossing them to the floor before dipping a toe in the tub. Grinning back at me, Ryan stripped off his clothes again and joined me with an almost boyish eagerness. We slid into the tub, adjusting our bodies so that his cradled mine, just like in the movies.

  Unlike films, though, the bubbles dwindled rather quickly, even while the fruity smell lingered in the humid air. I noticed it when I finally opened my eyes—along with seeing how Ryan’s knees poked up out of the water. My tub wasn’t built for two. “Are you uncomfortable?”

  “I’m fine.”

  It sounded like a blow-off answer, but damn if it didn’t feel nice resting my head on his chest, sensing his body up against mine. I didn’t want to relax too much, though, especially feeling his soft, warm breath on my ear. Sitting up, I turned around into a crawling position with my hands on the sides of the tub. “I don’t want to doubt you, but I can’t imagine being crammed into my itty-bitty tub is comfortable.”

  Smiling and nodding, he didn’t answer with words—just a hungry look on his face. I licked my lips, moving my head toward his. When I got close, I traced the outline of his lips with my tongue until he put his hands around my neck to pull me closer. The few bubbles on my arm slowly popped, giving me chills.

  I didn’t know about Ryan, but that fucking kiss made my pussy clench hard, and I was ready to go at it again. This guy made me so needy, I felt like a teenager. I pulled the plug out of the tub and then jumped out. Grabbing a towel, I pressed it up against my body before tossing one over to Ryan. “Race you to the bedroom!” I didn’t actually expect Ryan to run, but I hoped he took the hint.

  My damp arms were covered with goosebumps by the time I made it to my room, so I dabbed at them with the towel before wrapping it around my torso. Then I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to look sexy—but that made me feel silly, so then I tried to look natural. At that moment while I waited for Ryan to join me, I became self-conscious, so I focused on touching the corner of the towel to various exposed parts of skin that had beads of water on them. When Ryan walked in the room, my knees were pressed together with my feet spread apart in an upside-down v-shape, my right hand dabbing at my left forearm.

  That handsome hunk of a man simply stood in the doorway, a slight smile on his face, and he leaned his body against the jamb. I took my time averting my gaze from my arm to his eyes. “What took you so long?”

  “I didn’t want to drip water all over your house.”

  The laugh that flew out of my mouth might have been a little too loud, but it was probably a response to the crazy chemicals flowing through my body. Meanwhile, he sauntered over, towel wrapped around his waist, and sat down next to me. I moved my eyes back to his face, reaffirming that I felt a strong attraction for this man.

  He’d already given me two amazing orgasms, but greedy me wanted lots more.

  Him first, though.

  I brought my lips to his and, when they touched, I felt the air escape my lungs. As my pussy tightened, I wondered if maybe I could talk Ryan into being my permanent fuck buddy. With him, I didn’t have to close my eyes and fantasize that he was someone else. It would be nice to have him come around regularly.

  And I hoped my magic lips could convince him of that.

  I maneuvered my body so I could straddle him on the bed with both of us still sitting up, and I kept kissing him until he went from semi-erect to full-on hard. At that point, I pushed him down on the bed before sliding to the floor. Once there, I unwrapped the towel, letting my fingernails glide over his belly until I rested them on his thighs. Wasting no time, I began licking his cock, lightly at first, running my tongue up and down the shaft before sliding it over the top of his balls.

  I wasn’t going to tease him all night, though, no matter how patient he seemed. His hand cradled my head without straining against it as I took his cock into my mouth and throat as far as I could before slowly letting him out again, and then I repeated the motions. I tried different pressures and speeds as I continued moving my mouth over his steely cock until I heard his breathing change and felt his hand tense, signaling me that I’d found the perfect motions. I scraped him with my teeth then just to mix it up a little, and he made a sucking noise. I didn’t know if that was good or bad until I felt him throbbing, ready to explode.

  I wasn’t a squeamish girl—never had been. I’d learned in law school that I had to be tough to survive. So swallowing a little cum? Not a big deal. I’d had a couple of boyfriends freak out when I wanted to kiss them after, but that was their problem, not mine. So as he let it all go, I took him all in.

  As his cock softened, I crawled back up on the bed and lay next to him after kissing him on the cheek. But the whole kissing-after-swallowing thing gnawed at me, and I didn’t want him avoiding my lips. “Be back in a second.” I jumped up from the bed and all but danced my way to the kitchen. Then I giggled as I walked in, not worried about the sliding glass doors I could see in the dining room, even though I was naked from head to toe.

  I opened up the door to the fridge and fished out two bottles of beer near the back. After popping off the lids, I took a swig from one before strolling back to the bedroom, light on my feet and high on life. Once there, I asked Ryan, “Thirsty?”

  He opened his eyes partway. “Yeah, sounds good.” Handing him the beer, I then got on the bed and sat next to him cross-legged. I took another swig from my bottle as Ryan sat up and brought his to his lips. “I feel wasted.”

  “As in drunk?”

  “As in worn out.”

  Laughter leapt from my lips before I could stop it. “Is that good or bad?”

  “I guess that depends on how you look at it.”

  My confidence was usually hard to tame but, for some dumb reason, I felt a little unsure and had to know. “Did you like it?”

  Then it was his turn to laugh and it eased the tension in my shoulders. “Hell, yeah. Who wouldn’t?” He took a long swig of his beer, probably draining half the bottle before placing it on the nightstand. “But now it’s your turn.” He touched his lips to my shoulder, punctuating his words.

  My lady parts woke up at that statement. While I was excited by the prospect, I hadn’t expected it, especially after he admitted I’d drained him. In fact, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d said it was time to go now or if he’d rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

  As he grabbed my bottle around its neck and placed it beside his on the nightstand, I said, “Lucky me.” He grinned while moving his face next to mine before easing me onto my back and mounting me. It took all my willpower to refrain from grinding my pussy into him. Leaning over, he kissed me hard as I moved my fingers through his hair. Our tongues clashed before he moved his lips to my neck. He began kissing me slowly, working his way down the front of my body, as if his lips were taking a leisurely walk. But he stopped at my breasts, tracing the outside of my pink nipple with his warm tongue, teasing the pebbled flesh until he took it into his mouth, gently suckling as my breaths grew deeper.

  “Mmm.” My fingers hadn’t left his hair, but I had to make sure I didn’t pull it in frustration. Soon, he resumed his downward path, kissing down my stomach until he reached my thigh. My muscles tightened once more in anticipation as his firm hands wrapped around my knees to spread my legs apart. As his head lowered, I closed my eyes and every single sinew in my body grew taut, waiting impatiently in the stillness for the inevitable moment.

  Ah.

  There it was. His tongue touched me, causing a gasp to escape my lips. It was warm and soft yet firm and insistent as he found my pulsating clit. Oh, my God. I should have known from the way he’d been kissing me all night that he’d be a master with his tongue, but he surprised and amazed me. And while he licked at that sensitive nub, poking and prodding and painting strokes both long and short, his hands massaged my inner thighs, so
mehow intensifying the sensations all my nerves felt.

  I purred again as he slowed his attention on my clitoris, changing direction, delaying the inevitable climb. Soon, each stroke he delivered brought on wave after wave of intensifying pleasure, and I began breathing to the bottom of my lungs, gulping in air as I got closer. One of my hands clutched the sheet while the other wrapped in his hair. It wasn’t much longer before he sped up his tongue, and at last my mind gave way to yet another earth-shattering orgasm. The words pouring out of my mouth sounded to my ears like another language as I moaned and writhed against the mattress with nothing but Ryan’s hands on my thighs keeping me steady for the ride.

  As I came down from bliss, I forced my eyes open to spy Ryan grinning as he sat up and moved over so he could grab his bottle before lying down beside me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this unwound. The relaxation was so thorough, my muscles so heavy, I didn’t think I could move. Now maybe sleep wouldn’t be elusive. As Ryan lowered the bottle from his lips, his face was covered with a smugness that I loved. He knew he’d made me feel incredible, and he basked in my adoration.

  And probably relished the goofy-ass grin on my face.

  “How you feelin’?”

  I sighed. “I think I could die now.” Forcing my muscles to obey, I dragged myself up onto the pillow. “Actually, I think I did.”

  I could barely hear his chuckle as I reached for my beer on my side of the bed. When he placed an arm behind my shoulders, I nestled my head in the crook of his arm and breathed in his fresh, clean scent.

  This was nice.

  But that emotion creeping into my veins? Nope. Unwanted. Completely unnecessary.

  We drank our beer in silence and I placed my bottle on the nightstand after finishing mine. When I turned back around, Ryan stroked my cheek with the back of his knuckles before surprising me with a tender kiss.

  Really not good what my heart was trying to do.

  So I swallowed, preparing to do the adult thing—when my mouth betrayed me. “Do you wanna stay here tonight?”