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I scrunched my face up tight as fingers wrapped over my shoulder, producing goosebumps down my spine and arms.
“For what?” I whispered, still not turning.
“I … didn’t mean to push anything,” he said. “With you.”
Relaxing, I turned to face him without thinking about why that was a terrible, terrible idea.
“It’s okay,” I squeaked, captured once more by the turquoise glitter in his eyes, the iris swirling around like a maelstrom and pulling me in and down to their depths.
But it wasn’t okay. I was trapped now, my back to the door, Rip in front of me. I wasn’t prepared for his sheer presence, so close to me, and now, I was stuck, rooted to the spot, and unable to do anything while I stared up at him through a forest of fake lashes that I’d done for my ex-fiancé.
What a wild night it was turning out to be.
Too late, I realized that by turning my head upward, I gave him an opening. That feral light glinted in Rip’s eyes, and with a savage, possessive growl, he leaned in to kiss me without asking. Just taking. His fingers hooked my chin and turned my head up a little more an instant before his mouth covered mine.
Searing heat exploded upon impact, pulling muscles taut and forcing me to arch up into him. I scrambled for breath, inhaling deeply through my nose in a mixture of surprise and delight as our mouths tasted one another, tongues flicking out to explore and tease.
My body was on fire, flames rippling out from where his fingers still controlled my chin, and the harder I fought, the more it spread, the heat sinking deeper into me, fueling other, more carnal fires.
“I need you,” he growled, his implication tightening skin across my body.
It felt good, in a way, to be the target of such insane physical desires. For once in a very long time, I knew, without a doubt, someone wanted me for something other than my money. Rip knew who I was, he knew my family, and he didn’t care. He wanted my body right there and then, if the hard bulge pressing against my body was anything to go by.
Nothing more than that. He just wanted to use me for my body, and while I perhaps should have been offended after the betrayal I’d suffered, it was beyond nice to have him be so up front.
And to say that I wouldn’t mind his body would be an understatement. My fingers, wherever they went, encountered muscle layered on hard muscle, a delightful discovery that I was sure continued to places where clothes still covered.
Once more reading my mind, Rip’s hands slid under my shirt, the warm, rough textures running over my skin as he gripped my ribs tightly and held me in place. I was breathing deeply, all but gasping as his lips burned a trail of kisses down my jaw and to my neck, leaving my knees wobbly.
“Mine,” he claimed as his hands caressed my breasts for the first time.
I moaned softly, unable to stop myself.
A part of me was screaming that it was a terrible idea, that I was still in shock from earlier and I would regret this decision, but most of me didn’t care. I was too caught up in the moment, in Rip’s delicate yet firm hold, a man I had just met.
My sweater came off, lifted over my head without a protest, and my bra slid to the floor a second later, baring my breasts to his hungry mouth and exploring hands. Grabbing his head, I pushed my fingers through his hair, moaning louder as he ran his tongue over my nipple until it was taut and hard, sending shivers through my body that burned brightest between my legs.
I knew what would happen next, but even as he undid the button of my pants, I hesitated.
Was that really what I wanted to do?
Chapter Fourteen
Laurie
Rip abruptly dropped to his knees in front of me, and all coherent thought disintegrated as his tongue caressed my clit through my panties, a dreadful tease if there ever was one.
“Fuucckk,” I moaned as fingers hooked the fabric and pulled it to the side, exposing me fully.
He wasted no time, his tongue pushing my lips apart, running back and forth between them. Kissing and swirling around my clit, I was forced to lean back against the door, struggling to stay upright. There was no time for thoughts, nothing that made sense, just “don’t fall over.”
Rip worked me over with his tongue, one hand making its way up my stomach until he could grasp my breast. He squeezed and played with it while running a finger over my nipple at the same time.
I moaned, slamming a hand back against the door as I began to tremble. He was good. Really, really good. Eric hadn’t really been into it, and so it had been a long,longtime since someone had pleasured me with anything but a dick.
And Rip wasdefinitelypleasuring me. My body shook, and I cried out as the orgasm pulsed from between my legs, filling my body.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, palms flat to the door, barely staying upright.
