Page 31 of Throwing the Curve

“I can definitely do that.” With lightning speed, he grabbed the back of her neck. His fingers wove into her hair, twisting slightly as he dug in to hold her in place.

The little zap of pain sent an arrow of arousal down her spine, and she gasped. “Yes.”

His mouth crashed down on hers, his tongue confident as he controlled the pressure of the kiss. Peyton’s legs trembled beneath her.

Chapter Seven

Oh my god the man could kiss.

Ryan’s hand’s cupped her hips, and he hoisted her onto the countertop before stepping between her splayed legs. He firmly pulled her butt toward him, pressing her core against his hard cock, and she bit back a moan. God, if he felt that good through their clothes, she could only imagine how good he would feel buried inside her.

His hands dipped beneath her, changing the angle of her hips as he rocked back and forth. Good lord. She dropped her head back and angled her hips further into him, desperately seeking deeper contact.

His teeth scraped up the side of her neck and goosebumps raced across her skin. “As hot as it would be to fuck you on this kitchen counter. I want to take my time with you, so I’d rather have you spread out on the bed than out here.” His hot breath brushed against her ear, and she shivered.

Opening her eyes, she looked into his and trembled. Had any man ever watched her like that before?

Heat and intensity, but something else too. She didn’t know what it was, but by god she wanted to find out. “Bed sounds good,” she replied, grimacing a little at the breathy way her voice sounded.

A slow cocky grin spread across his face a second before he scooped her off the counter, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist to hold on. “Where’s your bedroom?” he asked.

“First door on the right.”

She’d barely gotten the words out before his mouth crashed against hers. Tongues tangling as he thrust into her mouth with his tongue. He paused slightly, pressing her back against the wall. His teeth sank into the side of her neck, and she moaned. Everything was slightly rougher than she was used to and holy cow, did her body seem to like the change. She’d never felt this turned on by a few kisses before in her life.

With his hips holding her in place, he swept her top up and off her body, dropping it on the floor beside her before dipping his head. His tongue traced the swell of her breasts. Peyton arched her back, trying to get closer and closed her eyes as sensation swept through her body.

With an experienced flick of the wrist, her bra quickly followed suit and was tossed to the floor. Ryan sucked her nipple into his mouth. “Oh my god,” she moaned as she arched away from the wall. Her hands threaded into his hair to hold him in place. Most guys started out slowly, licking and playing with her nipples. Ryan went right in for the kill, sucking hard. And wow, did she like it.

Ryan spun them away from the wall. His hands dug into her butt, holding her in place as he stalked toward her bedroom. Her heart fluttered. Why was a guy carrying her to bed so flippin’ hot?

He pushed her door fully open with his foot. Without letting her go, he followed her down onto the bed. The weight of his body on top of hers made Peyton widen her legs to draw him further down onto her. His hips thrust back and forth against her core. She wanted to feel him naked. Peyton dragged her hand down his body and flicked open the button of his pants.

His hand clasped around hers. “No,” he said, stopping her from exploring where she wanted to go.

“What?” she asked. What kind of guy didn’t want her to grab his dick?

“You said I was taking the lead here. We go at my pace. I’ll tell you when you can touch me.”

Arousal zipped down her body. She pulled her hand back. “Okay,” she whispered as she waited for what he would do next.

“Good girl.” His deep, husky words of approval glided down her body like a caress.

God, why did him saying that turn her on so much? What was wrong with her?

If any other guy had said that to her in any other context, she would have given him a tongue lashing and not in a good way. But Ryan calling her good girl while looking at her like that… Sheesh. It was all she could do not to squirm against him, to ease the ache in her core. She was embarrassingly turned on already. So much for making him work for it.

A slow, sexy smile curved up the corner of his mouth. He took his lip between his teeth as his gaze raked down her body. “Where should I start?” he murmured.

She had a few ideas. Peyton arched her back and shifted her hips.

“Patience. I’ll get there,” he said. He traced his finger over the curve of her breast. He undid the button on her pants and slowly unzipped them. Placing kisses against her belly, he eased her pants down her hips. She pushed herself up slightly, trembling as she watched him. As he slid the pants down her legs, he followed the path with his tongue, licking each new swatch of skin as he went.

He tossed her pants to the side and sat back on his knees and stared down at her. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

And she felt it.

Ryan glanced around her room, then eyed the wooden headboard. He scooped her up and moved her further up the bed. “Wrap your hands around the slats and stay there.”

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