Ricochet (Renegades #3)(12)
Author: Skye Jordan

“Never been more sure.”

He released her hand and slipped the key from her fingers. He bit her earlobe, sending tingles down her neck. A quiet double beep sounded, and Nathan reached out and turned the door handle.

This is it.

Stepping over that threshold put her into a whole different phase of her life.

One thought back to that text from Nicole propelled her forward. Rachel wasn’t that woman she’d been before. Wasn’t the woman people could walk all over. Wasn’t the woman who would settle. She wanted passionate and sexy and now. Nathan was all that—and no regrets.

He pushed the door open and walked Rachel inside, where he paused to flip on lights. With one arm still tight around her waist, he scanned the living area. “Holy shit,” he said, “I’m gonna have to look into adding stunts to my résumé.”

The kitchen was small but all granite and stainless, complete with bar and barstools. The living room had a plush gray L-shaped sofa with two cream leather ottomans the same length and width. Beyond, there was a dining room with a cherry table and six padded chairs.

Nathan dropped the bags from his shoulder, slipped her purse from her arm, adding it to the pile, then bent his knees and whisked his hands underneath her skirt and up her thighs as he straightened. His warm, rough hands abraded her skin, and Rachel drew a breath, her hands clutching his forearms.

“This is a great place to start.”

He walked her toward one wide ottoman, his mouth on her neck, his fingers slipping beneath the edge of her panties. Her breathing came fast and shallow. Her heart went wild. God, she wanted this. Wanted to be mindlessly fucked. He felt so good. Why hadn’t she done this sooner?

She released his hands and reached up and back, circling her arms around his head, arching her ass into his erection.

“Oh yeah,” he murmured against her neck.

She sank her fingers into his hair, pulled his head up, and kissed him with all the lack of inhibition the alcohol provided. He growled approval into her mouth while sliding her underwear down her legs. Then he leaned in, bending her forward, and broke the kiss as he crouched to slip her panties off her feet.

When she started to toe out of her boots, he gripped her calf. “No. These fuck-me boots stay on.”

The demand in his voice speared her pussy with excitement, adding wet heat and pressure between her legs.

He shoved the ottomans against the sofa with one work boot, making it a single large unit. Then slowly bent her over the cushions, guiding her arms down while he slid her dress up her thighs, and over her ass. Rachel now stood bent at the waist, her bare ass in the air, a stranger behind her, preparing to fuck her, and she couldn’t remember ever feeling this alive.

The thrill coiled in her belly, spreading heat lower until her pussy ached. The position, the exposure, both embarrassed and titillated as the cool air licked her exposed sex. “Nathan…”

He didn’t answer but used his feet to press hers together, then gripped her hips and slowly lowered into a crouch behind her.

Oh. My. God was all she could think, knowing her ass and pussy were at his eye level now. Knowing he was staring. And, God, how did that make her so wet? How did that make her want to open her legs and push into his mouth?

“God, I love this view,” he murmured before his touch made Rachel startle.

He slid a finger over her pussy, stroking one side, then the other. Rachel clenched her teeth even as more wetness stirred inside her. He cupped her ass cheeks and massaged her folds with both thumbs, his movements firm and languid and insanely exciting. Rachel wiggled backward toward him, unable to stay still. Her pussy felt swollen and throbbed hot. “Nathan, you promised.”

He pulled her open gently. The decadent stretch made her gasp; the cool air stroking her made her moan and rock her hips. And finally, finally, Nathan covered her with his mouth, and her mind flashed with the image of that dark stubble and those full lips against her sex—so naughty, so exhilarating.

But he didn’t give her the touch she needed. He just breathed long and gentle, washing her pussy with moist heat.

Rachel moaned and arched toward his mouth. “More…”

He rewarded her with a long, firm stroke of his tongue.

“Oh God…” Then another. “God, yes…” She dropped her head against her arms, locked her knees, and met his lapping tongue with a matching roll of her hips. “So good. Don’t stop.”

Which was exactly when he stopped.

She growled and glanced past her arms toward him. “Nathan.”

When she focused on his handsome face flushed with fiery lust, his lips glistening, she realized exactly how much light filled the room. Realized exactly how well he could see. And another jolt of shame heated her chest.

He licked her taste from his lips, his eyelids heavy, the look so sexy she wanted to melt in his mouth.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “Yum.” Then his touch returned—one finger sliding inside her. And, God, that was good. But not enough. She needed so much more. She pushed into his touch, but he pulled back and gripped her hip with the other hand. “Hold on, baby, I’m searching for that spot.”

“What spot?”

“The one that will make you scream.”

Good God. He had to be a perfectionist? Really? “Getting inside me will do it. I promise.”

A furrow created a crease between his brows. “I think you might be right.”

But instead of pulling out, he added a finger and pushed deeper. And deeper. And deeper. And…

“Ah…” Pleasure hammered her pelvisve. Her stomach contracted. Her lungs seized. “Fuck.”

“There it is,” he murmured, triumph in his voice. “Damn, this is going to be so good.”

Rachel couldn’t process his words until Nathan had pulled his hand from her body. Her mind was beginning to clear when his mouth pressed kisses to the base of her spine and slowly moved south. He knelt behind her, gripped her left ankle, and slid her foot sideways, spreading her legs.

Rachel’s chest compressed. Her teeth clenched. Hands fisted. But she’d told him to fuck her any way he liked. So she kept her insecurities to herself, and in setting them aside, the physical pleasure intensified.

His fingers stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before his mouth closed on her pussy. His tongue stroked her folds, lapped toward her clit. Every touch pushed her farther into the clouds. Her hips undulated to the rhythm of his mouth, taking her to the edge of orgasm only to have him release her, unfulfilled.