Page 68 of Wicked Intentions (Wicked Games 3)
I gasp as a wave of heat blasts through me. Deep inside my pelvis, there’s a throb and a hard, abrupt clench. “Oh fuck,” I whisper. “Ryan. Ryan.”
He knows I’m there. He slides two fingers inside me, reaches up with his other hand and pinches my nipple, and gently bites down on my engorged clit.
I come, screaming his name with my head thrown back, my eyes
closed, and my whole body jerking. Wave after wave of pleasure pulses through me. It’s violent, and soul-searing hot.
He’s on his feet before it’s over, slinging one of my legs over his bent arm so I’m wide open for him. He plunges inside me with a groan. Then he starts to fuck me, his strokes short and fast, thrusting into me as my body clenches around him, holding us up against the shower door.
I scream and come and cling to his shoulders, lost to all of it. To him. Us.
This earthquake of emotion that’s splitting me open and shattering all my walls.
He laughs a dark, satisfied laugh. “What were you sayin’ about me not bein’ the boss of you?” he says gruffly into my ear. When I sob brokenly, he whispers softly. “Yeah, baby. Who’s your daddy now?”
He’s so hot and so hard and so fucking male, I’m absolutely wild for him. But oh shit, this is a complete disaster. What the hell am I doing?
I must make another noise, because Ryan stills. “Easy,” he says, breathing heavily. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
“I’ve got you.” Still trembling with aftershocks, I groan and bury my face in his neck.
“Hush, Angel,” he whispers. “C’mon now. Shh.”
“I can’t—I can’t—”
“You can. You will. We will. I promise.”
I start to cry, and can’t stop. I’m making ugly, raw noises, like an animal in pain. Hot tears stream down my face and drip onto his chest. I’m horrified at myself, at this awful show of weakness, but he takes it all in stride, as if dealing with emotional females is par for the course.
“It’s okay. Get it out. Get it out, baby, you’ll feel better.”
His arms are a cage, or a refuge, I don’t know which. I only know that suddenly I’m scared shitless. All I want to do is run and hide from the enormity of this thing unfurling between us—this dangerous, addictive, overpowering thing.
He’s still inside me.
After a while, when my sobs turn into muffled hiccups, he exhales a long breath and kisses my hair. “Well. I knew I was amazing in bed, but tears are unprecedented.”
I sniffle and blow out a hard breath. “It’s just that I like you,” I grudgingly admit. “Like…a lot.”
His laugh starts deep in his belly, a silent clenching and unclenching of his abs that leads to a chuckle burbling up into his chest and breaking free. He throws his head back and laughs, shaking us both. It goes on forever.
I wipe my nose on the back of my hand. “You’re going to be insufferable now, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he says, full of enthusiasm. “Oh my God, I’m gonna be such a giant, chest-beatin’ pain in the ass, you have no idea!”
I glance up at him. His smile could cause blindness. “I have a pretty good idea,” I mutter.
He takes my face in his hands and gives me a deep, heartfelt kiss. I wonder if he’s getting covered in snot, but the kiss is too nice to spend much time worrying about that.
“Whew! You’re a handful, darlin’,” he says when he finally breaks the kiss. “Lucky for you, I dig difficult women. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to fuck you in the shower. Try not to fall apart again until after I come. Blue balls make me ornery.”
He opens the shower door, lifts me up with both hands under my bottom, and walks in.
Still wearing his jeans.
Still inside me.
Eighteen
