Sweet as Pie (Spring Hills Book 1), стр. 51

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Ryker

We stand there for a moment.

I don’t say anything.

Aspen doesn’t either.

“Hi” she whispers.

I say nothing. I step aside, and she comes into my house.

She’s in my house.

And I’m ravaged with burning desire. The emptiness that this house was a moment ago, like a vacuum, is now flush with oxygen, and I can finally breathe.

I’m not wasting one second with words. I grab her leopard clutch from her hand and throw it onto the table. I grab her and pull her into my arms, so there’s no escape, and I kiss her hard, like I wanted to when I first laid my eyes on her at the auction. I kiss her so hard it hurts, and I don’t fucking care. I’m consumed with desire for her. She’s in my fucking house!

My confusing emotions of anger, lust, and passion swirl through my chest, and it makes me kiss her harder, as if the effort and energy I use to crush her lips will settle me.

She’s stunned and stands still. My lips are pressed to hers, but she’s tense, and not kissing me back. If she didn’t want this, then why did she drive all the way out here? I double down and squeeze her tighter in my arms, like a python, and she calmly exhales through her nose, finally relaxing in my embrace, and then she does it… she opens up for me like a flower, and my tongue seeks refuge in her mouth. Her delicious, tender sweetness engulfs me.

My arms relax their desperate tightness, and a possessive hold takes over as my tongue explores her mouth, ready to explore her whole body. Her soft mouth is slippery and sweet. I push her up against the gray wall behind her, crashing my body into hers, and the sconce next to us shakes. My desire crushing her.

My teeth grab her succulent, red, bottom lip, and I tug on it, releasing a moan from her. I grind my hips on hers, my huge cock, hard and seeking, aching for release.

She pulls on my hair, kissing me back fiercely, matching my ardor. I grind harder, and she moans her permission.

I don’t want to break this connection for even a second to drag her to my bed. We’re kissing… lips to lips, tongue to tongue, breath to breath. I grab her face in my hands, pressing my hips harder into her. She moves her hands to my shirt and starts unbuttoning it while my cock rams against the constriction of my pants, like a raging bull about to be released from its pen, knowing freedom is close.

“Ryker,” she says, and my name on her breath floods my chest with fire.

I need to get this sexy goddamn dress off her. I want her naked body against mine, skin on skin. I pull her away from the wall long enough to reach around her and unzip her dress down her back. I push the straps off her sexy shoulders, and the dress falls to the floor. I step back and she’s left standing there in those sexy high heels, a red lace thong and no fucking bra. Her long, straight, blond hair falls over her shoulders, cascading like golden-white waterfalls over her full breasts, her succulent, hard red nipples begging to be sucked.

“Fuck, Aspen,” I growl. “You’re a fucking goddess.”

If she only knew how her beauty steals my oxygen.

I stare at her, and she lets my eyes lust all over her as I unbutton the rest of my shirt and throw it on the floor. She stares back at me, moving her eyes from mine and slowly raking them down my bare chest.

“Ryker…” I don’t let her finish, and I step to her, kissing her again, my hands groping her luscious breasts. I pinch her nipple with my left hand, and with my right hand, I pull on her hair, giving me access to her neck. I move my lips and plant kisses along her jawline as moans escape her mouth. I drag my lips to the top of her neck, then down the side. That’s when I suck hard. I want this woman. As my woman. Mine. Always.

For a moment, I think of all those men, and how they ogled her tonight, and I bite her. A brand, so every man she meets will know she’s taken. She gasps, and I lighten the intensity and kiss her neck tenderly where I left my mark.

I move my lips back to hers, desperate to feel her tongue in my mouth again, and I unbutton my pants. They drop to the floor along with my boxer briefs, and I kick them to the side. I step back and let her take a moment to feast her eyes on my giant erect cock that’s begging for the wetness of her pussy.

I step toward her and gently push her back against the wall for support. I kneel on the gray and black Oriental rug, mindful that we’re in the entry hallway, and the front door is still open. I kick it shut, and it closes with the heavy thunk of a heavy, hardwood door.

I lean into her and put my face in front of her pussy, still covered with her red thong, and I inhale her sweet essence. I let her scent settle in my nostrils and lungs before exhaling my hot air