Page 17 of Natural Temptation

Ryan spreads my thighs gently, his breath hot against my most sensitive area. I hold my breath, unable to move even one millimeter. His every move kindles a white-hot fire inside me. When his tongue finally wraps around my clit, I cry out and clench the sheets while my neck arches. Ryan groans against my flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. He licks and suckles with exquisite precision, alternating between long, languid strokes and quick flicks thathave me writhing beneath him. His strong hands grip my thighs, holding them open as he devours me.

"Oh god, Ryan," I moan, grinding my mound against his face. "Don't stop, don't stop."

He redoubles his efforts, thrusting two fingers inside me as he focuses on my clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself hurtling toward the edge. He pulls my nub into his mouth, raking his tongue over it again and again. My legs thrash while the pressure builds, my hips buck, and I fist my hands in the pillow. I'm gasping for breath, crying out, desperate for a climax.

Just when I think I can't take anymore, Ryan curls his fingers, hitting that perfect spot inside me. My whole body goes rigid, and blinding waves of pleasure crash over me again and again. I cry out Ryan's name, my body arching off the bed one last time as I ride the crest of my orgasm. He doesn't let up, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to prolong my ecstasy until my entire body goes limp and I'm oversensitive from everything he did to me.

When I finally come down from my high, Ryan crawls up my body, dropping soft kisses along the way. He claims my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss that leaves me deliciously languid and satiated. I can taste myself on his tongue, and that sends a fresh wave of desire rippling through me. Moonlight streams through the windows as I watch Ryan pull on his clothes without leaving the bed. His lean muscles flex in the silvery glow. My body still tingles from our earlier intimacy, but I'm not ready for this night to end.

"That was..." I fan myself with one hand, struggling to find the words to describe what we just did.

Ryan chuckles and pats my hip. "I believe the word you were looking for is 'mind-blowing.' "

"Mm, definitely. But I think I need another taste to be sure, though."

He glances at the clock on the nightstand, then slides off the bed. "Sorry, I need to go. Wouldn't appropriate for me to spend the night."

"Appropriate?" I almost screeched that word. Can anyone blame me? I've been dismissed. "You can't run out on me now."

He leans over to kiss my forehead. "Good night, Meredith."

Oh, like hell he's getting away with that. I reach out to him and whisper, "Stay. Please spend the night with me."

Ryan pauses, his hand on the doorknob. I swear I can see the conflict in his eyes, desire warring with something else—responsibility? Fear? But I can't imagine what he might be afraid of—certainly not me.

"Meredith," he whispers, his voice husky. "Please don't make this any harder than it already is. Getting fired on my first real day as general manager would...suck."

I sit up, letting the sheet fall away. "Who cares? We're at a nudist resort, for heaven's sake. Anything goes here, right?"

He wipes a hand over his mouth. "I just...I need to keep some boundaries. For now."

Despite my disappointment, I paste a tight smile on my face. "I understand."

Ryan crosses the room in two quick strides, cupping my face in his hands. His kiss is gentle, almost reverent, and makes my heart pound.

"Goodnight, Meredith," he murmurs against my lips before slipping out the door.

I flop back onto the bed with a frustrated groan and mutter to the empty room, "Damn that man and his self-control."

As I drift off to sleep, I make a silent vow. I'm going to show Ryan exactly what he's missing out on. And I have a feeling he won't be able to resist for long.

Chapter Six

Ryan

An array of tiki torches flickers all along the beach, casting dancing shadows across the sand. I catch Meredith's eye from across the party, and my heart skips a beat. She's radiant in the warm glow, her golden-brown hair gleaming with streaks of firelight. I can't resist picturing my fingers knotted in those locks as I tug her head backward while I fuck her up against a palm tree. But I can't do that. I won't do it. Not in public. At forty-three, I'm hardly a kid, but next to her timeless beauty at fifty-two, I feel like a fumbling teenager. What if she just sees me as her hot island fling—a "boy toy" to play with and discard?

She doesn't seem like that type. But then, I barely know her—except in the biblical sense.

Meredith saunters over to me, those hips undulating in a hypnotic rhythm, and gives me a playful wink. "Quite the shindig, isn't it? Though I must admit, the view just got a whole lot better."

I fight back a grin. "It's...lively."

Her laughter, sensual and inviting, makes my dick twitch. "Oh, come on, you can do better than 'lively,' Ryan. Where's that clever wit you showed me last night?" Her amber eyes dance with mischief like they had last night. "Speaking of which, where were you hiding all morning? I was up at the crack of dawn, ready to continue our...'negotiations.' "

I clear my throat a little too loudly, disconcerted by the memory of our intensely erotic encounter. God, I want nothing more than to whisk her away right now and pick up where we left off. But I shouldn't. I can't. I won't.

So instead, I stammer like a frigging moron. "I, uh, had some work to catch up on."

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