AdonisinTexas (8 page)

She was silent as she absorbed his words, but he could hear
her swallow down a hard lump in the quiet room, lit only by the beams of
moonlight through the windows. The tops of the tall, wide frames were accented
by ivory-colored sheer scarves, but the panes themselves were bare, showcasing
a flower garden and the lake beyond.

“You’re very sweet,” she told him. “And I’m only petite when
I’m not wearing heels.” Which she’d kicked off before joining him.

“I’m not complaining. I think you’re a little dynamo.”

She smiled as she brushed away the tear that had rolled down
her flushed cheek. “I’m being overly sensitive again. Just seems as though
there are a lot of odds stacked against us.”

“We can overcome them,” Ryan assured her as he pulled her to
him. They were both lying on their sides and he wrapped his arms around her,
holding her tightly to him.

“This is certainly worth the effort,” she muttered, her soft
breath teasing his skin at the opening of his shirt.

She continued what she’d started in the living room, working
the buttons on his flap and then pulling the hem from the waist of his pants.

As her hand glided over his abs and up to his pecs, she let
out a long sigh of appreciation.

“You are just so magnificently built, Ryan Bain.”

Grinning at her, he said, “Glad you like what you see.”

“I like what I see
and
what I feel. Your hard body
pressed to mine. Your arms around me.” His head dipped as his lips swept over
hers. She sighed again. “You kissing me.”

“I do enjoy kissing you,” he assured her. “And holding you in
my arms.” His tone turned darker as he added, “And making you come.”

She shivered. “Do it again.”

Ginger didn’t have to tell him twice. Ryan rolled onto his
back, bringing her with him. She straddled his lap as his hands slipped under
the midnight-blue satin spilling all around them. His palms skimmed her bare
skin as his hands swept up her outer thighs to her waist, bringing the flowing
skirt with him as it draped over his forearms. He continued until he reached
the lace of the bodice. He carefully worked his hands under the tighter
material.

She giggled as he took advantage of the situation and cupped
her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

With a playful pout, he said, “I don’t think laughing is the
appropriate response at this particular moment.”

“Just amused over how you don’t miss any opportunities
presented.”

“Well,” he said with lust and admiration in his eyes,
“they’re very nice breasts.”

“Too bad I didn’t have them in high school. I might have
been able to divert your attention from homework and sports for more than ten
minutes at a time.”

“
Nothing
could have diverted my attention from
homework and sports for more than ten minutes at a time. I needed a scholarship
in order to go to college.”

With a nod, she said, “I was thinking someday I’d take
online classes. Maybe get a degree in marketing. That’s a skill I need to
refine.”

“Never too late, sweetheart. And you’re only twenty-five.”

He continued on his mission of getting her naked. She raised
her arms above her head and he stripped off the nightgown and carefully tossed
it toward the bench at the end of the bed.

He groaned. “Damn, you are seriously beautiful.” With his
hands on her biceps, he guided her forward, until she was propped up with her
forearms resting on his chest.

Her blonde curls cascaded over her shoulders and down her
bare back. He lifted them away from her face as he kissed her, long and
leisurely, but with such heat an inferno ignited low in her belly.

Ryan eased her onto her back and moved away so he could hook
his fingers in the waistband of her thong and drag the lace down her legs. The
panties went the way of her nightgown as he took her in with an expression of
desire, want and need on his chiseled face.

He yanked off his shirt and then parted her thighs,
spreading them wide to accommodate his large frame between them.

Ginger’s pulse spiked at the way he looked at her, the way
he touched her. He settled on the bed and trailed his lips and tongue over the
sensitive inner portion of one thigh, sparking all kinds of riotous sensations
within her. Her fingers plowed through his silky strands and her head fell back
against the mountain of pillows. She sighed dreamily as he kissed and lightly
nipped her flesh.

Then, coming up on an elbow, his free hand grazed her
stomach before inching downward until his fingers covered her mound. He
caressed the slick folds, and then massaged her clit with a tantalizing rhythm
that made her eyelids flutter closed as a soft moan escaped her lips.

Her hips began to rock and he changed up the position, using
the pad of his thumb to stimulate the tingling bud between her legs. His tempo
was much quicker, with enough pressure to turn Ginger’s soft moans into sharp
pants. Her back arched and her hips rolled. Molten lava flowed through her
veins and everything inside her became hot and prickly in an exciting way.

The man needed mere seconds to arouse her.

When his head bowed and his tongue swiped over her swollen
flesh in lieu of his thumb, her body jolted and she gasped for air.

The intimate kiss he gave her wasn’t a shock to the system.
The way it felt was. So warm and wet and sexy. He didn’t stop for a second,
didn’t give her a chance to assimilate to the new sensations coursing through
her. Rather, the tip of his tongue flicked her clit and then he gently suckled
it, making her cry out.

“Oh God,” she said on a jagged breath. “Ryan, that is
unbelievable. That feels so,
so
good.”

Coherent thought clearly eluded her, because she couldn’t
come up with anything more clever to say about the
clever
things he did
to her.

As he licked and suckled, sometimes lightly tugging on her
labia, he pushed a finger into her pussy.

“Oh yes,” Ginger moaned. “Make me come.”

She barreled quickly toward another powerful release as he
stroked her inner walls while teasing her clit with his mouth. Ginger gripped a
fistful of the chocolate-colored, silk duvet beneath her as the fingers of her
other hand remained tangled in Ryan’s hair.

He lifted his head and moved slightly upward, dropping
kisses on her belly as he worked a second finger into her wet pussy, filling
her and making her cry out from the tight, yet oh so scintillating sensation.

His thumb resumed rubbing her clit in a quick, determined
way as he whispered, “Come again for me. With my fingers inside you,
sweetheart. Come for me.”

Ginger could not have held back if she’d tried. Wave after
wave of emotion and erotic sensations crashed over her and she called out his
name as her orgasm hit her hard and rippled outward through every inch of her
until her entire body tingled and burned in a delicious way.

Ryan shifted again as he settled beside her, but his hand
lingered on her mound, covering her and slowly massaging the prickly parts as
his lips skimmed over her ribs to her breasts. He suckled a nipple as she still
trembled and gasped from the release he’d given her.

“Oh Lord help me,” Ginger mumbled. “That was so amazing.”

With a low chuckle, Ryan said, “That one
did
shake
the rafters.”

She laughed. “I’m officially adding that to my list of
favorite things. Right up there with your kisses.”

“Are you telling me you want me to do this to you on a
regular basis?”

Ginger knew there was a wicked glint in her eyes as she
said, “You had better.”

He kissed her softly, then muttered, “Gladly.”

“That’s really just too fantastic for words.”

Wrapping his arms around her as they lay on their sides
again, he kissed her deeply before saying, “You naughty, naughty woman.”

With a smile, she told him, “I always suspected I was a
dirty girl, deep down. I’m quite the little slut, aren’t I?”

His amusement was stamped across his devastatingly handsome
face. “You’re a virgin and a good Christian. I don’t think you’ve got ‘slut’ in
your blood, sweetheart.”

“Humor me,” she said as her naked body wiggled against his,
making him groan. “I like being bad with you.”

“I will admit, you are good at it.”

“And you haven’t even seen my best moves yet,” she teased,
borrowing his line from earlier.

His brow jerked and he asked, “You’ve got moves?”

“Mm-hmm.” With that, she gave him a gentle shove and he
rolled onto his back. Her hands and mouth roamed his chest and abs, touching
and tasting as he sighed contentedly.

The tip of her tongue flicked over a small, hard nipple, and
he let out a sharp grunt. Spurred on, she ran a hand down his perfectly
sculpted stomach and over his crotch, gently cupping his hard cock.

His hand closed over hers as he said in a strained tone,
“Point taken.”

“I want to touch you,” she told him. “I want to make you
feel the way you make me feel.”

“Well, you’ve pretty much got
me
jumping out of
my
skin. For entirely different reasons.”

She smiled. “I can help alleviate some of the tension. Just
give me some guidance.”

“I don’t think you need guidance,” he said, heat flashing in
his eyes. “You’ve got instinct on your side.”

“And those books,” she reminded him. Coming up on her knees,
she quickly worked the fastening of his belt and then his fly. She shifted on
the bed and removed his boots and socks, then shucked his pants. His black
briefs were damn sexy, particularly with the bulge his thick cock created. She
let out a low whistle. “Nice.”

Though she was turned inside out once again, a tiny shred of
anxiety skittered through her. He really was a mammoth of a man. But so
incredibly alluring. And she wanted him. She wanted him bad.

Her hand skimmed over his cock again and his hips bucked.
She bit back a smile.

“Show me what you like,” she challenged him. “So I’m not
floundering and wasting your time.”

In a tight voice, he said, “You are definitely not wasting
my time. Or floundering. You do what comes natural to you. Whatever you want.”

Her head cocked to the side as she insisted, “I want to do
it right.”

He covered her hand again and showed her how much pressure
to apply while she stroked him through his briefs. Then he guided her hand
lower to his balls and said, “Little gentler here. The boys are sensitive.”

She massaged lightly, eliciting a sexy sound from him that
was encouraging.

Now for the real fun.

Very carefully, she peeled the waistband back so it didn’t
catch on the tip of his penis. She eased his briefs down and tossed them aside.
Glancing back at him, her eyes widened and her breath hitched.

“Good Lord,” she whispered. “How was there anything left
over for the other men in this world?”

“Ha, ha,” he quipped. He reached for her as he said, “Come
here.”

She deflected his advance with a shake of her head. “Oh no.
This is much too delicious to pass up. You are just…so irresistible.”

Her pulse raced and her pussy started to throb again. Yes,
it’d be a snug fit when they eventually made love, but she was already
anticipating how wonderful he’d feel inside her, all hot and hard and so big
he’d fill that void she’d lived with her entire adult life.

Wrapping her fingers around his shaft—so rigid and yet so
supple—caused lightning bolts to zap all of her erogenous zones. Including the
ones she’d never known existed. Moving her hand up and down was a bit
cumbersome, so she released him and licked her palm, having picked up that tip
in one of her novels. She then resumed her position and more easily slid her
hand along his skin, making Ryan groan.

Determined to be good at this, she bent her head to him and
drew her tongue along his skin from base to tip. She unraveled her fingers and
merely held him against her palm as she licked him again. And again. Then, when
his cock was slick from her ministrations, she pressed it against the valley of
her breasts, since he seemed to find them appealing. In turn, he pressed the
full mounds together, encasing his shaft as his hips lifted and lowered,
sliding his cock between her breasts.

Ah, how those massage oils and lubricants she stocked in her
store would come in handy! But she’d never needed them before tonight. Had
never considered enjoying them herself, though they’d begun to fly off the
shelves since Liza had come to town. Jess and some of their other friends now
discretely dropped the bottles into their bags as they handed Ginger the sales
sticker, not wanting to draw attention to their naughty purchases.

But even though Ginger felt a wicked thrill over what she was
doing to Ryan, and he was getting more and more into it as his cock pumped
between her breasts, she didn’t find it the least bit tawdry. Pleasuring
him—and giving him something in return for those two earth-shattering
orgasms—made her happy. And he made her feel sexy and sensual. Not small and
virginal, but…womanly.

Releasing him, she got bolder and gripped the base of his
penis with one hand as her tongue teased the underside of his head before she
drew the tip into her mouth.

His hips jerked and he let out a hiss. “Jesus, Ginger,” he
said on a ragged breath. “You could start out as a B student, you know? Work
your way up to that A so you don’t give me a heart attack right off the bat.”

She lifted her head and daringly said, “I was shootin’ for
an A-plus.”

He groaned as his head dropped back to the pillow.
“Overachiever,” he murmured, but didn’t stop her from continuing.

She took him deeper into her mouth and sucked harder,
pulling those sexy sounds from him again. He shoved his hands through her hair
and lifted the heavy curls off her shoulders and away from her face as her head
bobbed up and down. She couldn’t take him all the way into her mouth,
obviously, so she used her hand at his base to grip him tight as she made love
to him with her mouth.