Hot Finish (Fast Track #3)(40)
Author: Erin McCarthy

As if she was just going to do what he ordered her to. He knew that perfectly well, which was why he did it. The game of pressing for control, of taunting each other sexually, turned them both on.

Suzanne raised her arms to dig her fingers into her hair on the pretense of tossing it back off her face. Then she strolled toward the bed, shooting him a look over her shoulder. “Are you coming?”

“Soon enough, babe.” As he walked toward her, Ryder pulled off his button-up shirt.

Pausing by the table where the spread of dessert Ryder had mentioned was laid out, Suzanne waited until he was almost on top of her. Then, digging her fingers into the whipped cream, she whirled and smeared it across his lips.

Ryder’s eyes widened in shock as she laughed, licking the whipped cream off her fingers. “Mmm, good.” Wrapping her arms around his bare back, she flicked her tongue across his lips. “Really good.”

So good, in fact, that she ate at his lips and the cool, creamy taste, totally turned on by the mixture of the sweet taste of the whipped cream and the underlying taste of him, the sensation of kissing through the soft dessert to find his firm lips. She heard her own moan as she wrapped her arms tighter and plunged her tongue into his mouth, her br**sts brushing against his firm warm pectoral muscles.

She was so into the kiss that she didn’t realize he had leaned over to the room service tray himself, until he stepped backward away from her.

“What?” she asked then let out a little shriek as a cloud of whipped cream hit her nipple. “Ryder! That’s cold!”

“Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it,” he told her, before leaning over and slowly, methodically, deliciously, and painfully licking the cream off her nipple and breast.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, holding his head as the tug and pull spiraled out into all of her body, making her ache everywhere. “Oh, God,” she said again, because once just wasn’t enough when that much desire was rushing through her.

“Take your jeans off,” he urged her as he stood back up.

Suzanne did, but as she was complying and stepping out of them, she watched him studying the bowl of strawberries and the little fondue pot that she presumed had melted chocolate in it. “Don’t you dare put melted chocolate on me. It’s too hot.”

“I’m going to have to. They didn’t give us enough whipped cream.” Ryder picked up the bottle of champagne and shook it as he reached for the corkscrew. “But I’ll put a cold base layer down first.”

Uh-oh. Suddenly she realized what that meant and she shrieked, trying to run but getting tangled in her jeans.

The cork popped and Ryder sprayed her with the icy cold liquid, catching her br**sts, her belly, and her arm as she backed up, simultaneously sucking in air from the chilly impact and laughing, hands up. “You’re a total jerk!”

Ryder just leaned over and licked her shoulder. “Mmm. Good stuff.”

“Give me that bottle!” Suzanne yanked it out of his hands, goose bumps rising on her skin from the cold. She dumped the remaining quarter of a bottle onto his head. It was satisfying when it trailed down through his short hair to his forehead, down his nose, and dribbled onto his lips.

Ryder licked them. “Still good stuff.”

Then he reached for her, and Suzanne backed up laughing, until she hit the bed. Then suddenly they were on the bed, him on top of her, and they were kissing and licking each other, rolling around on the expensive bed cover, and her laughter was replaced by an elemental groan when his tongue slid down her belly.

“You’re sticky and sweet.” His finger slipped into her panties. “Bet you’re sticky and sweet here, too.”

“Why don’t you find out?”

“Nah.” Ryder reached for the tray. “I’m hungry.”

Suzanne shivered as his warm body moved away from her and the wafting air tickled her wet skin. “Eat me.” Duh. Never one for subtle, she removed her panties and swung them around on her finger before tossing them at his back. They missed and fell to the floor.

After ditching his khakis, Ryder swiped the remaining whipped cream out of the glass dish with his finger then brought it between her legs with a challenging look. He expected her to tell him no and to grab his hand and stop him. Instead she just laid back down onto her back and spread her legs in invitation. Like she was going to turn down a dare.

So Ryder smeared the cool cloud of whipped cream onto her clit, sending a jolt of desire through her as the cold hit the heat of her body. When he bent over and lapped it up, Suzanne closed her eyes and moaned. She could feel her inner thighs getting wet, could feel all her muscles tensing and quivering. One lousy lick, and she was strung out already.

Okay, it was more than one lick. It was a lot of long, slow, torturous movements of his tongue, up and down and around until she was bucking on the bed, nails scratching at the bedding.

“I want a strawberry,” he murmured.

“Later,” she gasped. Was he really that cruel that he’d abandon her for fruit? Even though she dug strawberries herself, she had no need for one right at the moment. Really. No need at all for anything other than his tongue or his finger or his c**k . . .

“Ah!” she yelled, totally caught off guard by the sensation of something that was most definitely not his tongue or his finger or his c**k pressing inside her. “What the hell are you doing?”

Half sitting up, she watched as he lifted the strawberry he had just dipped into her up to his mouth and bit it, his eyes so dark they were almost black. “Delicious.”

Oh, no he didn’t. “Damn, you’re dirty,” she breathed, as a throb pulsed deep inside her and a rush of moisture between her legs showed her body appreciated the gesture even if she was a little shocked.

He tossed the stem and got another strawberry. This time she knew it was coming and she bit her lips when he played around, pushing it slightly inside her then pulling back, the shape strange and unsatisfying, yet terribly arousing because it was so out of the ordinary. “Oh,” she said. “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” It was the most stupidly repetitive she’d ever been in her life, but damn, he was killing her.

She needed to be filled, and filled now.

But Ryder had different ideas. After popping the second strawberry in his mouth, he reached back and dipped his hand in the chocolate. Not even flinching at the heat, he spread it all over his erection.

Suzanne rolled onto her side. “I suppose you’re going to want me to lick that up?”