Page 29 of Ask for Moore

“Open your eyes and look at me, queenie.”

Heat throbbed in my core at the blatant, almost arrogant, command in his tone. My nipples hardened into tight little buds, and every inch of my skin tingled with warmth as I forced my eyes open and met his heated gaze. I bit my bottom lip—a bad habit of mine—and stroked a finger down the center of his chest, following the valley between the ridges of his hard muscles.

“It drives me wild when you do that.” He tugged my lip free with his thumb, brushing over the damp flesh.

My tongue darted out, licking over my lips—and stroking against Ryland’s thumb, which elicited a deep rumble from his chest—as my blood heated under his heavy-lidded gaze roaming over my body.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? Wanted you?”

Ryland’s soft growl set loose a storm of butterflies in my stomach. As articulate as I was in the courtroom, I couldn’t seem to make myself form words at the moment. Instead, I just shook my head.

“I’ve known since the first second I laid eyes on you that I wanted you, regardless of us being on opposite sides of a court case. I never thought we’d get to this point.” He stroked his fingers over my jaw. “Knowing that I’m going to be your first doesn’t diminish my need. It only makes me want you more. You’ve consumed all my thoughts, my dreams for weeks now, queenie. I need you.”

With smooth, self-assured hands, he pushed my suit jacket off my shoulders. I let it slide down my arms and fall to the floor. The stark need in his dark eyes gave me the jolt of confidence that I needed, but my fingers still shook as I reached up and started unbuttoning my blouse. Ryland caught my wrist and lifted my hand to his lips, pressing a heated kiss against my palm, then another over my pulse point. I tried and failed to stifle a moan at the touch of his lips on that sensitive spot.

“Let me. I’ve been dreaming about undressing you for days.”

“You have?” I shivered with pleasure and loosened his tie, turning his collar up and lifting it over his head. Then I tossed it on top of my jacket that had landed in a heap on his bedroom floor.

He nodded wordlessly, laser-focused on unbuttoning my blouse. We worked in tandem, stripping each other bare, and a thrill of pleasure lanced through me at the way his eyes darkened when my blouse dropped to the floor. His gaze locked on my pert breasts, and my hardened nipples strained against the lace fabric of my bra.

“I’ve been thinking about this. About us, too.” I blurted the admission as I shoved his crisp, white shirt open and pushed it off his broad shoulders.

Ryland leaned down and kissed my neck, palming my breasts through my bra while I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his slacks. I enjoyed every second of shoving them down and watching them pool around his feet, leaving him standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs, the outline of his hardness bigger than I expected. “Oh my.”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to make you come so hard you see stars, queenie.” He captured both my nipples, rolling them between his deft fingers. I couldn’t contain the small mewl of pleasure his attention on my breasts elicited.

“I believe you.” I gasped and pressed my thighs together, loving the friction building there as I reached around behind me and unzipped my skirt, letting it drop to the floor. I was already dripping wet, aching and throbbing for him, and we had barely even started.

Ryland eased me back toward the bed, and I perched on the edge of it, stroking my hands over his bared abs and chest, appreciating the lean, muscular form hidden beneath his suits. My finger traced over the word inked on his collarbone. “Justitia.”

“When I went to law school, I thought I might go into criminal law, so the Latin word for justice seemed appropriate at the time,” he explained, flatting my palm to press it against his chest.

His skin was blazing hot beneath my hand. “I didn’t take you for the tattoo kind of guy.”

“My youngest brother was just getting started out as a tattoo artist. He was apprenticing and needed some practice, so I volunteered.”

I hadn’t seen many—or any, really—tattoos up close and personal, but the black lettering on his tan skin was crisp against his tan skin. “It looks like he did a great job.”

“Ethan is a hell of an artist. He’s built quite a name for himself since then.”

Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss against his tattoo. “And you’re a heck of a brother, doing that for him.”

“Fuck, queenie. The approval in your eyes is everything.” Bending down, he kissed me, long and slow, his tongue stroking hypnotically against mine as he explored my mouth. One of his hands slid down between my thighs. He palmed my mound, gently massaging it with a rumble of pleasure that spilled into my mouth. “You’re so wet already.”

He groaned and sank to his knees, kneeling between my feet. I bit my lip, blushing furiously. “Yes. You…um…seem to have that effect on me.”

Tilting his head back, he stared up at me, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded with lust. “I want to taste you, queenie. Do you want that, too?”

My mouth went dry, but I nodded. Once he had my approval, he hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties and tugged them off, tossing the lacy material aside. Then he gently nudged my legs open a little wider, exposing me in a way I had never experienced before. Feeling vulnerable, I gasped as he slid his hands under my ass cheeks and pulled me to the very edge of the bed, tilting my hips up just the slightest bit to give him better access to my dripping-wet slit.

“Your pussy is fucking perfect. Pink and wet. Swollen with need for me.” I watched, transfixed, as he buried his face in my sex, never breaking eye contact with me as he dragged his tongue along my seam with a moan of ecstasy. He paused only long enough to speak in a husky murmur. “And you taste so damn good, queenie.”

Then he licked along my seam again, spreading my folds and locking his lips around my clit, licking and sucking all at once. On instinct, I moaned and ground against his mouth, loving the feel of him eating me out.

His tongue swiped lower to plunge his inside me, flicking and massaging in and out of my core until all coherent thought left my mind. It was all I could do to chase the glorious pressure building inside me.

“Oh, my goodness,” I gasped as I writhed in need. “I’m... I think I’m going to come.”

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