Page 108 of The Right Move

His head falls back, exhaling a sigh of relief. “Fucking finally.”

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RYAN

In two quick strides I have her pinned against the wall, legs slung over my hips, and the straps of her pretty red dress falling over the slopes of her shoulders. Chests pressed together, I can feel her thumping heart as I work my mouth over the length of her neck. I kiss and lick the delicate skin, feeling a soft whimper work its way up her throat and against my lips.

Moving south, I brush my wet mouth against her collarbone as her chest becomes pink and flush. Her nipples are perfect little peaks, showing through her bra, and lifting the red satin away from her body. God, I want to put them in my mouth and suck and bite, maybe see if I can make her come from that alone.

Because tonight is all about her. She’s going to come harder than she’s ever come in her life.

I’m unbelievably hard from the lead up of our night. Fuck, the lead up of the last couple of months, but the fact I’m going to make Indy come until she can’t see straight doesn’t change the promise I made to myself. I can do this. I can touch her and lick her and make her scream all without fucking her.

“Ryan,” Indy pants. “My room. Take me to my room.”

She moves, grinding her pussy over my erection and with her dress bunched up around her hips, there’s only a couple of layers of fabric between us. I hiss an inhale from the friction, precum already leaking from the tip because well, I haven’t been touched in years. I haven’t been touched in years and now I have the most gorgeous woman, who’s incredibly smart and caring, in my arms, her pussy seeking my cock with every rock of her hips. She’s hot already, and I could bet good money that she’s wet too.

I turn towards her room, but I can’t do it. I avoid that place at all costs, and it sure as hell won’t be the first place I make her come tonight.

Instead, I carry her to the couch, dropping her on her back, my mouth still latched to her neck, ear, chest. Anywhere I can taste her other than her mouth.

I didn’t lie when I said I don’t like faking intimacy. Last time my jealousy wouldn’t let me hold back from tasting her mouth with mine. I know how I feel about Indy, and fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss ever since the she first time she opened that pretty mouth and spoke, but she’s blatantly told me this is all she can give me, and the idea of getting invested in another woman who doesn’t reciprocate my intentions is terrifying.

She asked me to help her come. She didn’t ask me to get attached and kiss those pouty lips until I can’t think straight. Until I can’t walk straight. God, I want to though.

Her long blonde hair pushes back into the pillows beneath her, arching her back and pushing her chest into me. Her fingers grab for the buttons on my shirt, undoing them as I kiss my way along the soft slopes of her shoulders. Finding the bows holding her dress straps together, I take the satin between my teeth, pulling at the fabric until it falls open. By the time I’ve undone the other as well, Indy has my white dress shirt completely open.

Her soft hands and red-painted nails rake down my abs and fuck if that doesn’t make me grow ten times harder.

“I touched myself thinking of you,” she admits.

Fucking hell. My dick is aching, crying against my zipper from the six hottest words I’ve ever heard in my life.

Chocolate eyes peer up at me from behind dark lashes, waiting for me to say something.

“What did you think about?”

“Your hands.”

“Oh yeah?” I palm her breast through her dress, gliding my hand up, my fingers and thumb gripping the edges of her throat. “What else?”

I lightly squeeze the sides of her neck, testing to see if she’s into that sort of thing.

Her agreeable moan vibrates against my palm.

“This,” she exhales. “You on top of me. How it would feel to be under you.”

With my knees between her thighs, I hook my index finger into the neckline of her dress, pulling it down to her belly. My eyes immediately drop to her chest. Hard nipples pull taut under her bra which happens to be strapless and black, subtle yet devastatingly sexy.

“Your favorite color.”

Good God.

I’m going to be the guy who comes in his pants from a few words. Granted, they’re the perfect words coming from the most kissable mouth, but if I don’t take back some control, this night is going to go very differently than I planned.

“You didn’t come when you thought about me, Ind? Because every time I’ve touched myself while thinking of you, I’ve come so hard I almost black out.”

“You touch yourself while thinking of me?”

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