Hot Finish (Fast Track #3)(26)
Author: Erin McCarthy

CHAPTER NINE

IF Ryder’s arm hadn’t been holding her up, Suzanne would have dropped to the hardwood floor in a postorgasmic puddle. She hadn’t come that hard since . . . she had been married to Ryder.

Trying to breathe, she leaned against the wall and looked down at him, expecting to find him grinning in triumph. He wasn’t. His expression was all business as he ripped her panties down the rest of the way and lifted her foot out, one after the other. Then he stood, hands moving up her legs, her hips, her sides, as he rose, the denim of his jeans and the cotton of his T-shirt erotic brushes against her bare flesh.

While his fingers unhooked her twisted bra, which had drooped to her stomach, his mouth covered her breast, like he couldn’t control himself. Suzanne understood the feeling. She wanted him inside her now, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars. Just get her done.

But when he pulled back, she realized that wasn’t his plan. He was gathering his control, damn it. After a deep breath and a hand through his hair, he pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it to the floor. Then he bent over, hands out, and Suzanne realized what he was about to do.

“Ryder, do not pick me up.” She screamed when he did it, a hand sliding under her butt, another across her back. Still a little oxygen depleted from what he’d just done to her, the movement of having her legs yanked out from under her made her dizzy.

“Quiet,” he told her.

If she’d had more strength, she would have fought him, hating how being lifted made her think about everything on her that jiggled and how broad her butt was. But she was too sapped to protest further, and actually, when she banished all those worries rolling through her head, it was sexy. The way he carried her effortlessly down the hall, the way her breast touched his bare chest, the way her still damp inner thighs were forced together.

By the time he deposited her down on her bed, it felt like every inch of her skin had been stroked and caressed. Even the comforter, cool against her warm bed, was tactile and arousing. Suzanne spread her legs for Ryder as he shucked his jeans at the foot of the bed.

“I’m on top,” she told him, deciding she needed to reassert herself.

Flicking on her lamp, casting the room in a soft glow, he raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t look like that’s what you want to me at all. Given that your legs are open in such a gorgeous invitation.”

“It is what I want.” Suzanne shifted a little on the bed, raising her arms above her head, brushing her fingertips over her ni**les on the ascent.

“I think you just want it any way you can get it, isn’t that right?”

It was so bizarre that those words outside of sex would have had her contemplating murder, but in the bedroom had her ni**les tightening and a low burn firing low in her belly. “No,” she said carefully, her mouth thick and hot with desire. “I want to be on top.”

And she closed her legs, intending to sit up and switch positions.

But Ryder wasn’t about to concede that easily. With quick reflexes from driving, he had her legs apart before she could make a further move, his body over her, erection pressing against her in a delicious teasing pressure. God, was there any moment of greater anticipation, any moment of more heightened senses than that split second before he entered her? When her whole body tensed and quivered and focused right on that small spot between her legs, and she hovered, breath held, waiting for that eye-rolling connection to happen.

“You’ll take what I give you,” he told her, his dark eyes stormy, the muscles in his forearms bulging as he held himself over her.

“It doesn’t seem to me like you’re giving me anything,” she told him, smacking his ass, knowing it would have exactly the result she was looking for.

It did.

He pushed inside her with a hard thrust, sinking deep into her wet body, as her eyes snapped closed and her breath rushed out in ecstasy.

“Yes.”

Ryder let out a low moan, his c**k throbbing as he paused, buried in her, then pulled back, starting up a quick, pounding rhythm. Leaving her legs flat on the bed, open wide, Suzanne let him take her, reveling in the hot swirling intimacy, the intensity he could drag out of her, the feeling of being his, only his.

When she thought she might come, her muscles contracting, her back starting to arch, Ryder pulled all the way out.

“Now. On top.” He flipped on his back, pulling her with him.

Chest on chest, Suzanne moved her legs to either side of him and kissed Ryder hard. Teasing him for being so damn bossy, she slid her clitoris over his erection, sending pleasant little shivers through her body. He moaned, and she smiled down at him, her hair falling onto his cheek.

Ryder tried to enter her, but she shimmied out of the way, going lower on his thighs.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he told her, hands digging into her arms as he tried to pull her back up onto his cock.

“I’ll finish it.” She flicked her tongue across his lip. “My way.”

Sitting up, she pressed her hands on his abdomen, sliding her moistness down the length of him again. It was a delightful sensation, one that kept her arousal sharp, body ready. Then lifting up her hips in a move that her muscles would protest tomorrow, one hand stroking Ryder, lifting his erection, she joined them again.

Being on top was something she had always loved, the freedom, the control, the deep penetration, and she flung back her head, hands behind her on his legs, and rode him like a rodeo star.

“There you go,” he told her, head on the pillow, fingers gripping her knees as he watched. “Damn, that feels good.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” she asked breathlessly. It had been a long time since she’d been this aroused, this abandoned with a man, and it was because she trusted Ryder, and because he’d always been able to do this to her. Drive her past desire to desperate.

“You don’t even know,” he said, eyes dark, jaw clenched. “Suz, I need to come soon.”

“Well, that’s good.” Suzanne slid him in and out of her, her hips bucking, pace hard and determined. “Because I’m coming right f**king now.”

“You go, you sexy bitch.”

“You know it.” Then Suzanne couldn’t speak because a loud, wild wail came out of her mouth as her orgasm broke, sweeping in her, over her, around her.

Ryder swore and paused inside her, before she felt him coming, a hot rush of release into her open and pulsing body.

As the sensations claimed her, owned her, shook her to her core, and left her flopping weak onto his chest, she had to admit they were good at this.