Page 77 of No Mistake

It was Chloe’s voice she could hear. If she was more like Chloe, she would be on top of him, riding him hard by now.

So, why don’t you?

Her eyes moved back up to his face. He’d been so understanding last night. That had meant more to her than he could ever know.

The sun already streamed through the window. She had no idea what time it was, but she guessed it was around lunchtime. She should shower and get ready to get back to the hospital. That’s what sensible Sophie would do. But sensible Sophie’s body had other ideas. The need to have this man touch her again, kiss her, fill her, had every skin cell burning. Tentatively, she brushed her lips over his.

Ryan stirred. “Good morning, honey,” he murmured, eyes still closed.

She kissed him again, this time trailing a finger down his chest, over his abs, to the top of the sheet. He growled low in his throat and kissed her back, his tongue probing deep in her mouth. She slipped her hand beneath the sheet and grasped him. A thrill went up her spine at the feel of his hot length throbbing in her hand.

Ryan broke the kiss. “See what you do to me?”

He didn’t give her a chance to answer, instead kissing her again. She stroked him up and down, enjoying the feel of him in her hand, his tongue in her mouth. His large hands grabbed her hips. Her body responded, the need spreading through her like wildfire, lighting up her core. His hands moved up, quickly pushing the robe off her shoulders. She groaned into his mouth as his thumb brushed over her nipples and her body arched against him.

“Sophie, are you sure you want this? After last night, I don’t want to assume.”

If she was honest with herself, she still had doubts. But right at this moment, she didn’t care about that. She wanted him more than she wanted to breathe.

“I’m sure, Ryan. I need you right now.”

Ryan smiled, then his hand covered hers as she still stroked him, and she looked at him confused.

“Honey, if you don’t stop that, I’m going to come before we even get started.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks heated and she expected him to comment. But he didn’t. His eyes roamed over her.

“But just to be clear, you can wake me up with your hand on my cock any day.”

She giggled, finally relaxing. It was definitely exhilarating knowing she turned him on that much.

“I’ll be sure to remember that.”

He rolled on to his back, pulling her on top, so she was straddling him. Damn, the man was built. The inked arms, the broad, muscular chest. She recognized some scars; most of them she had stitched up. Her stomach twisted at the knowledge she would probably have to stitch him up again at some point. Before she could dwell on it, his hands were on her breasts and all her thoughts evaporated.

Leaning forward, she kissed him as his thumb and forefingers tweaked her nipples. His mouth moved down to suck on one and she grabbed his shoulders, holding on as pleasure exploded, her pussy throbbing. He licked and sucked, moving between both breasts as she fought the rising waves of pleasure.

“Relax, baby, let it happen. Come for me.”

She looked down to see him smiling up at her as his tongue went back to work. She was on all fours, her knees either side of his hips, her hands at his shoulders, frozen in position as his mouth continued to assault her breasts. His hand moved down between her legs, immediately finding her clit. That touch pushed her over the edge and she dug her nails in as her body trembled.

“That’s it, baby.” He slipped a finger inside her. She watched it disappear inside her, fire igniting deep in her core. He added another finger as he nipped gently at her breast. Her hips moved against his hand, wanting him deeper.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sophie. Come for me.”

She did. Ryan held his fingers inside her as she let go. A small cry escaped her lips. Just as the orgasm began to fade, Ryan removed his hand, then sucked his fingers clean, grinning.

“Mmm. You taste delicious in the morning. But it’s not enough.”

His hands took hold of her ass, urging her upwards. Sophie looked at him unsure.

“Up,” he commanded, guiding her higher until her pussy hovered above his mouth.

“Ryan, I...” Her words turned into a scream when his tongue licked along her wet center. She grabbed the headboard, bracing herself. Holy shit, this was torture. Sweet, delicious torture.

He paused. “You were saying something?” he asked in amusement before burying his head between her legs. Sucking, licking the sensitive flesh, he made her quiver. She squirmed, wanting it to stop, but also not wanting it to stop.

Firm hands held her hips, not letting her move. The man was a freaking god. Her pulse raced, her heart tried to beat out of her chest, her skin burned as every nerve ending came alive under his touch. She watched him. His eyes were closed, his attention solely on her pussy, on giving her as much pleasure as possible. She’d never experienced anything like it. She was getting close again, felt herself getting wetter and wetter. Not wanting to come on his face, she tried to pull away but he tightened his hold. Just when she thought she couldn’t take much more, he plunged his tongue deep inside and she shattered, gushing into his mouth.

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