Sweet as Pie (Spring Hills Book 1), стр. 38
I’m watching her closed mouth move, and I grin. Concentrate, Ryker! Her juicy, red lips are on the line! I can almost taste them!
But watching her move her mouth is driving me crazy. All I can think about is my cock in her mouth, with her tongue whipping around it, flicking the head. My brain cheers me on—Focus, Ryker! You can do it!—but my blood is too hot! I can’t concentrate!
As my mouth contorts into all kinds of shapes trying to tame this goddamn cherry stem, she reaches into her mouth, with her two dainty fingers, and pulls out a cherry stem. Tied into a knot. Victory shining on her face.
But the victory will be mine. I pull mine out. It’s sorry-looking and bent in half, and I step forward and grab her face between my two hands and my lips crash down onto hers. I can’t help myself. I have to taste her. I have to kiss her. I have to connect with her raw beauty.
It takes her a moment of my tongue coaxing its way between her lips, but… she lets me in. I gain entrance to her mouth. My tongue probes deeply into the depths of her sweet wetness. Her soft, slippery tongue slides alongside mine as she kisses me back. I steal a moan off her breath, and her arms wrap around my neck.
My searing blood jets through my body, filling me with hot, electric heat. Her full breasts are pressed up against my chest, and her hips grind into mine. Holy hell, she feels so good.
She moans again when she feels my cock, full and ready now, pressed up against her womanly-soft, goddess belly. God damn, she feels so perfect. Fireworks explode in my heart as I kiss her. I pull her in closer, crushing her more, and I grab her sexy, blond ponytail and pull her head back. My mouth jumps to her neck, and I bite, sucking hard, craving any taste I can get of her. I need her.
I’ve never wanted a woman so badly.
“Ahhh,” she exhales, and I release her hair and my mouth lands on hers again. She runs her hands through my hair, and she pushes our bodies against the counter. It digs into my backside. I knew she wanted this as much as I do. Confidence floods my veins.
I need more of her. I want to suck on her breasts. I reach around her and pull the string, untying her apron. I pull it aside as I move my hands to her chef coat buttons and start with the top button, and her hands frantically try to assist. I get the coat open and push it half-way down her arms, leaving it on part way, binding her arms slightly behind her, and as she shimmies out of it, I grab her breasts, still under a t-shirt, but fuuuuck she’s not wearing a bra. Oh my god, this woman was made for me.
I groan as I kiss her harder and pinch her peaked nipples through the fabric. She gasps and then gets her jacket off. It falls to the floor, and she reaches up to pull my head closer to her, to kiss her even harder. She rakes her hands through my hair, yanking it and tugging. This woman needs a release, and I plan to set her free.
I move my hands down her waist and start to pull her shirt up over her tummy, and her phone rings. Fuuuck!
She jumps back, panting, her breath ragged and her chest heaving. Her brown eyes widen as she regards me with shock and bewilderment. I wish I knew what she was thinking, and I think I know, as it dawns on her what we were doing, and her eyes darken.
Her phone rings again. She shakes her head vigorously, like she’s straightening her thoughts, lining them up. She backs away from me, slowly, like I’m a predator, and she plans to run the first chance she gets. She reaches into her back pocket and holds her phone up to her ear. “Hello?” And after a second, she says, “Yes, Jack. Hi.”
Oh, good. Jack is coming through for me.
I lean back against the counter, and I cross my arms over my chest, watching her.
She says into her phone, “Really? That’s fantastic. I can’t believe that hap…” she stops herself, and her eyes flick to mine, and she narrows them before she continues speaking to Jack. “Well, that was fast… Oh, things just line up that way sometimes? I see. Uh-huh.”
She suspects something.
Shit. Think fast, Ryker.
She continues talking to Jack, “It’s good news, yes. I’ll have my Popster meet you. His name is Emerson Kingsley. OK. Thank you. Bye.” She looks at her phone and ends the call, and without looking at me, she swipes her finger across the screen, and I think she’s sending a text message to someone. She closes the app and slips her phone back into her pocket, glaring at me with her eyes narrowed into slits of brown.
She purses her lips into a pout. “Did you have something to do with that?”
Shit. What do I say? I don’t want to lie… I’ll already be in deep shit when she finds out how her Popster got the money for the hotel. But that’s certainly not something I’m going to deal with right now. I’ll figure that out with her Popster.
Maybe having kissed me, and seeing how we’re meant to be together, she won’t be as mad.
I step closer to her.
She steps back.
Crap.
OK. Here we go. I shrug, nonchalantly, playing it cool. “Oh. That? Jack? I may have helped a little.”
She’s throws her hands up. “Jeezus, Ryker?! Do you not listen ever? How dare you involve yourself in something that’s none of your business!” She’s flushed, and her eyes are