Hot Finish (Fast Track #3)(41)
Author: Erin McCarthy

“That’s the general idea.”

“I am a girl who loves her chocolate.” Suzanne wiggled across the bed on her stomach and flicked her tongue across the head of his penis, taking away a rich taste of chocolate. “Mmm.”

He made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, which Suzanne loved. Using a methodical strategy of licking from top to bottom in a straight line, then moving over two inches and repeating, Suzanne worked her way around until she’d swallowed most of the chocolate and Ryder was breathing hard and gripping her shoulders.

Then she took him fully into her mouth, the sweet of the chocolate mixing with the salty of his skin and tasting absolutely decadent, arousing, tantalizing. If naughty were a flavor, this would be it. Her tongue, her hand, her lips were all sticky and slick and she rubbed her belly and her inner thighs over the comforter in the same rhythmic motion of her mouth, sliding into that amazing cocoon of pleasure, where time had no meaning and the only thing that mattered was her on him and him on her.

“I need to f**k you,” Ryder said, his voice tight.

Suzanne pulled back, his words a triumph. “That works for me.” She started to lay back but he shook his head.

“I don’t think the chocolate remnants on me going into you are a good idea . . . not sure what it would do, but it just seems like a bad idea.”

And thinking about a bacterial infection in her hoohah was a serious mood killer.

“In the shower,” he said, reaching out for her hand and pulling her into a sitting position. “I want you bent over the faucet, the water running down over your tight ass.”

Mood restored.

Ryder watched as Suzanne gave him that naughty, sexy smile he loved so much before she leaned over and gave his c**k one last lick. “I missed a spot.”

Then she stood up and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, their mouths a blend of strawberry, chocolate, whipped cream, and sex, a hot rich kiss that made him want to get even closer to her, to get inside her. Her skin was sticky from the champagne and the whipped cream as her br**sts pressed against his chest, and the sweet tangy scent of their indulgences rose between them.

They were good at this. Everything they did here, in bed, felt right. Ryder smacked her backside. “Hit the showers.”

Suzanne was momentarily diverted from their sex play by the luxury of the bathroom, but Ryder directed her attention back to him by sliding his hand down over the front of her curls as he stood behind her. As they both watched in the huge mirror behind the sinks, he stroked inside her, spreading her so they could both see the tight pink bud there.

“So pretty,” he told her.

“And so ready to come,” she told him.

“Really?” Ryder moved his finger and moved to the front of her, going down on his knees before her. “Let’s see if I can make that happen.”

It was an interesting angle, eating her from straight on, and Ryder had to readjust technique, but what he loved about it was that Suzanne held the back of his head and ground herself onto him, her gasps and moans getting frantic the more he licked and sucked.

When she came, he held her ass tightly and took in the pulsing contractions of her body around him, satisfied that he had satisfied her. He had turned the shower on to heat up, and steam rose behind her as he settled back on his calves, her skin already turning pink and dewy from the moist room.

Suzanne was breathing hard and wiping her lips, but she moved to the tub and pulled back the shower curtain. Stepping inside, she put her hands on the shower faucet, gripping it as her bottom came up in the air. “I do believe this is what you said you wanted?”

Oh, God, yes, it was what he wanted. Ryder almost tripped over himself getting into the tub behind her, and as he watched the water sluicing down over her gorgeous body, he made sure the chocolate was gone with a few drops of hotel body wash and a swipe of his hand over his erection. Impatiently he rinsed himself off, then gripped Suzanne’s ass and drove into her.

They both moaned as their bodies joined, that amazing incomparable feeling of being connected in tight, hot passion. Ryder went in and out with a hard, slapping rhythm, his hips colliding with her ass, his c**k held tight by her slick vagina. Her head turned upward, her eyes closed, the water soaking her hair and rolling down her cheeks in little rivers. Her lips were swollen from sucking him and bright pink in the harsh overhead light. Everything about her was sexy, sensual, beautiful. Every angle, every tilt, every arch, every inch, and Ryder came inside her knowing that no woman would ever be as perfect for him as this woman.

SUZANNE lay on the chaise in their room staring out at the Strip, a soft drink on the table next to her, a trashy magazine in her lap. She was wearing nothing but a soft, terry-cloth robe from the closet in the room, her inner thighs sore, and her hair still damp from their shower sex. That had been some good, pounding sex. But then, it was always that way with Ryder. And as a result, she felt lazy and content, like the proverbial cat stretched out for a nap.

He was pacing around the room on the phone, doing an interview, but she had him tuned out, realizing that she’d almost forgotten how good she was at relaxing. Doing nothing felt amazing.

When was the last time she’d just laid around and taken it easy, not worrying about anything? Not since Christ was on a potty chair, she’d swear to it. By the time Ryder hung up the phone and flopped onto the chair next to her, she was on the verge of falling asleep.

“I got tickets to that magic show tonight if you’re up for it,” he said. “I know you’ve always wanted to see that.”

Suzanne turned a little to face him. The man was being really, really sweet, she’d have to give him that. “That was really nice. Does it mean I have to get off this couch though?”

“I can give you a different kind of magic on that couch, but to see the show, you’re probably going to have to get dressed and go to the theater.”

Suzanne fiddled with the belt on her robe. “Hmm. I can definitely do that. Later. What time is the show?”

“You’re all about later, aren’t you?”

“What does that mean?” Not that she cared. She didn’t want to fight with Ryder. Not now, not later, not ever again.

“Just that you were teasing with me that word in the bakery. It took me five days to get my later.”

She reached out and caressed the scruff on his chin. “Poor thing. I’m sorry.”

“I’m glad you’re here.” He took her hand and kissed her fingertips. “Remember how when we were here last time I took you for a drive around the track? And you were screaming, but you loved it? Man, we had a good time. We had a lot of good times.”