Page 75 of No Mistake

Her head pushed back into the pillow as she arched up, wanting more. Oh hell, his mouth was hot, wet and, dear God, his tongue. He flicked it over her nipples as he moved from one to the other giving each breast plenty of attention. Her sex throbbed, desperate for his touch. One hand gripped his hair, the other fisted the bed cover as she tried to control what was happening to her body. Shifting, her sex rubbed against his denim-covered thigh. He moaned, increasing the pressure, teasing her.

The man’s mouth was a lethal weapon. God, she never knew a mouth could give this much pleasure. Leaving her breasts, he moved up, sucking, licking, kissing his way back to her mouth, devouring it. She kissed him back, her tongue exploring every inch of those lips and his wicked tongue. Low encouraging sounds urged her on. Her hands moved over his shoulders to the bottom of his t-shirt. He broke the kiss to take it off, revealing his sculptured chest. Oh, the man was fit. Not an ounce of fat on him. And these tattooed arms, so beautiful. Sophie traced a finger down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. She wanted to see him, feel him, but she was not confident enough to go any lower, so stopped there.

Standing up, he quickly shed his jeans and boxers. Then he lay naked beside her. His eyes roaming over her body made her self-conscious. Forcibly, she stopped herself from pulling the robe back around her.

“You are so damn sexy, Sophie.”

She wished it was dark, so he couldn’t see the color flooding her cheeks. No man had ever called her sexy before. Ryan’s fingers danced across her stomach, down over her hip to her thigh, then back up her inner thigh. Her breath hitched, her sex begged for him. Again, his fingers trailed down, teasing, as he stared at her intently.

“What do you want, Sophie?”

She couldn’t speak.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

Still she said nothing, embarrassed, shy. Christ, how could she be shy? They were naked. She’d asked him for this. Instead of talking, she leaned over to kiss him. His hand continued to dance across her skin. If he didn’t touch her there soon, she was going to explode. Placing her hand over his, she guided him down to where she needed him most. He cupped her sex, his mouth hovering just above hers.

“Do you want my fingers inside you, Sophie?”

“Yes.” She had barely managed a whisper, but she saw the smile widen on his face. His fingers stroked across her folds; she almost took off. The feel of him against her throbbing sex sent shockwaves to her brain.

“Oh, honey, you’re so wet.”

As he slipped a finger inside, she cried out, unable to control herself as she writhed against his hand. Jesus Christ, her body was taking on a mind of its own as sheer pleasure registered on every nerve ending. Ryan slipped another finger inside, curling them, stroking her inside walls. Sophie closed her eyes, tensing.

“Let go, honey. Go with it. I want to see you come, feel you come on my hand.”

Oh man, just as she thought she couldn't take any more, his mouth covered a nipple and she cried out. Her hips jerked off the bed, her body unashamedly rubbing hard against his hand. His fingers thrust deeper, faster, harder. Gripping his shoulders, she surrendered to the waves of molten desire blasting through her. Over and over, until she melted into the bed, breathless.

Opening her eyes, she found Ryan staring at her, a sexy smile on that handsome face. He reached for his jeans and grabbed a condom from his wallet. Watching him slip it on, she licked her lips and spread her legs so he could settle between them. As the tip of his cock touched her, she moaned and pushed up, wanting him inside her.

“Patience, sweetheart.”

Damn patience. How the hell was he keeping so in control?!

Ever so slowly, he eased inside her. As the walls of her sex grasped him, he hissed, withdrew, and then pushed in again. Sophie shifted her body, rocking against him, matching his thrusts. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she leaned up for another kiss. His thrusts got faster, harder, and she went with him, urging him inside her even more, until he was so deep, filling her completely. His hand found her clit and she screamed as her body gave in to his touch almost instantly. Pulling his mouth away, he locked his gaze on hers. His body tensed above her as he gave one last thrust and threw back his head. Eyes closed, his orgasm roared inside her. God, it was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen or felt. She’d known sex would be good with him, but this wasn’t just good, it was beyond anything she’d ever dreamed. Ryan lifted his weight off her, smiling and her heart swelled. She was all in now and that scared the living daylights out of her.

“GOT TO TAKE CARE OF the condom.”

Ryan trailed a finger down her cheek before getting up. He was still reeling from the sex. Sex? No, that wasn’t sex. He’d had sex plenty of times, but that, with Sophie, had been so much more. Damned if he could find words to describe it.

He quickly flushed the condom, washed his hands, and headed back to the bedroom. Sophie sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on her robe.

“Hey. You done with me already?” he asked in amusement.

“I just thought... well... we’re done and—”

Ryan was behind her on the bed in a second. His arms wrapping around her waist, his lips at her ear.

“Let me be clear. I am not letting you leave this bed yet. That was fucking amazing, Sophie, and I want nothing more than to do it again and again. I want to learn every single inch of your body. I want to hear you moan, hear you scream my name when I make you come. Then I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. Have you got that?”

Sophie turned and stared at him. Her mouth slightly opened, but she didn’t speak. He swallowed.

“Unless you don’t want to?” Fuck, he hoped she wanted to.

A tear ran down her cheek. Shit. Not what he’d been expecting.

“Honey, what is it?”

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