Unworthy Heart: The Donnellys, Book 1 (16 page)

Ryan moved his hand to her back and rubbed it. “You okay?”

“Fine. Thank you.” She cleared her throat. “Had a little tickle in my throat.”

Heather was too focused on Ryan’s brother to notice. Jimmy hadn’t, either. Ryan smiled, wrapped his arm around her waist and slid her closer and then settled his hand between her thighs again. She squeezed them together and let a grin slant one side of her mouth.

He bent to her ear. “You’re getting wet, aren’t you?” He nipped the tender skin of her neck.

“Mmhmm.” Swallowing hard, Maiya gripped her coffee cup between both hands and turned her head toward the window, trying to focus on something other than the intense pressure against her clit. Her body responded like a dragster off the starting line. The tiny bundle of nerves pulsed, sending little waves of pleasure through her.

“I can feel how hot you are.” His warm breath brushed over her ear before he licked the lobe.

She shivered and grabbed his wrist, digging her nails in. He chuckled. Maiya glanced across the table, and Heather was whispering in Jimmy’s ear. Laughter erupted from one of the other tables. This was getting interesting. The diner had filled with the late nightclub crowd and the noise level echoed like white noise in her ears. Waiters and waitresses buzzed from table to table, coffee pots or trays filled with food in hand.

And Maiya sat there with Ryan’s hand between her legs, shifting her pelvis ever so slightly while he kept pressure against her clit. She was going to come. Shaking her head, she looked at him, pleading with her eyes to take her home and fuck her. Now.

She gasped and dropped her head when he stroked his hand up and down once, then twice. Maiya was about to lose control. Crossing her legs, she squeezed her thighs together. “Now.”

Ryan gave her the barest of nods and then signaled the waitress for the check.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ryan chuckled at Maiya’s whispered demand. He couldn’t figure out what it was in particular about her that had him walking around like an eighteen-year-old boy in heat. All he had to do was think about her and his prick got stone hard.

Pussy whipped. That’s what Jimmy would say. He’d probably be right. Maiya had a cunt that gripped him like a fist, and a mouth that made his toes curl. Being pussy whipped was fine, as long as it was her doing the whipping.

“You ’bout ready to get out of here?” Ryan directed his question to the whole group.

Jimmy and Heather appeared rather comfy, and relief flowed through him. Good. His brother would be leaving Maiya alone, but he was pretty sure Jimmy already figured out she was Ryan’s.

Damn. Again with the
his
. Apparently, his heart had already made up its mind and started sending “you’ve got feelings for her” messages to Ryan’s brain. His brain kept trying to convince his heart this was simple lust and things should stay this way; there was Jacob to consider. But he liked her. A lot. He liked their conversations. He liked their banter. He even liked her passionate bitch temper.

“I’m gonna catch a ride with Heather back to the hotel. You planning on meeting me there?” Jimmy pulled his wallet from his back pocket.

Ryan looked at Maiya. “I don’t know. Maiya, am I meeting him there later?” She smiled at him, but said nothing. “Tell you what.” He glanced at his brother again. “I’ll shoot you a text if I am heading your way, cool?”

“I’ll leave my phone on.” Jimmy tossed thirty bucks on the table and got up, pulling Heather with him. The chick wore a grin from ear to ear. So much for Sonja-the-lawyer.

“Talk to you later, Heather,” Maiya said.

“Count on it,” Heather called over her shoulder as she walked, or was being tugged rather, behind his brother. The man made picking up women an art form.

Ryan tossed another twenty on top of the bill and stood. “Ready, baby?”

“I like it when you call me that.”

“Yeah?” Helping her to her feet, he pulled her close and kissed her cheek. “Good, because I like calling you that.”

They made their way to her black Infiniti G37 coupe. The woman had taste. Maiya was a professional businesswoman by day and a kick-ass tattooed chick who rocked the hell out of a mosh pit by night. Those were just two sides of her; there were so many more. He just knew it. Ryan wanted to get to know all of them. Even the one that made her close herself off to him in a split second.

The car chirped, the locks clicked open, and she tossed him the keys. Surprised, he caught them. “You’re seriously going to let me drive your sexy car?”

“I trust you. Even if you do drive a Porsche.” She got in the passenger seat.

He stared at the empty spot she’d occupied a second ago and guffawed. Damn, she made him laugh! Another plus on the growing list of reasons why he needed to see more of her.

The drive to her house was both too fast and far too long. Maiya spent the entire trip leaning over the center console, stroking and touching him. She kissed and nipped at his neck, ran her hand up and down his thigh, teasing and then grazed the bulge in his jeans with her nails.

Ryan kept a tight grip on the steering wheel with one hand. With the other, he held the back of her head and neck when he wasn’t shifting gears. He was damn grateful the nav system was already programmed to direct him to her house.

Maiya had a modern two-story Tuscan-style home. It was cookie cutter track housing, but she’d painted her exterior a deep burgundy compared to the other bland beige colors in the neighborhood.

When he pulled into her garage and the door was closing, she crawled across the console and straddled his lap.

“Hey, baby.” He gazed up at her.

She kissed him and moaned, tangling her tongue with his. Her firm breasts pressed hard against his chest. Damn, the car was tight quarters, and so was the space inside his jeans. Somehow, he managed to get the door open and them out of the car with her still wrapped around him.

Maiya circled his waist with her long legs. He hoisted her higher and walked into the house. Reaching over, she deactivated the alarm system, switched on a light and then kissed him again.

Maiya had given in to what her body screamed for. It was ridiculous to fight it. He pissed her off daily, but always made her laugh too. And then he made her body hum and crave his touch. She was thoroughly and irrevocably screwed. “Go to the left, then up the stairs.”

Ryan set her down at the bottom of the steps. “Trying to kill me, woman?” He swatted her behind and turned her to face the stairs.

“What? You sayin’ I’m fat?” She peered over her shoulder at him and raised a brow.

“You know damn good and well you’re not fat.” Cupping her breasts, he massaged them. “Now, run. The sooner you get your hot ass up the stairs, the sooner you can wrap your legs around me again. This time, naked.”

She started up the stairs, navigating each step slowly. “You love telling me what to do, don’t you?”

Ryan stayed a step behind her. “Only as much as you love me telling you what to do.” He grabbed her ass and then swatted it again.

Maiya squealed and ran up the rest of the stairs. She couldn’t get up to her bedroom fast enough, pulling off her tank top before she stepped through the door. The hat went with it. Hat head be damned, she was going to get fucked good and proper. Again. Two days in a row. Hot damn! Moving to the nightstand, Maiya turned on the small lamp.

Ryan entered the room and closed them in. He stood motionless, staring at her, with his back to the door, an impassive expression on his face. But the heat in his gaze penetrated straight to her insides. “Take off your bra.”

A shiver tickled her spine. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked it. Anticipation sped through her veins, and she let the bra fall to the floor next to her.

Ryan took off his shirt. “Now the pants.”

Nodding, Maiya tugged the button of her jeans open and slid the zipper down. She watched his eyes, then let her gaze roam down his body. He had such a gorgeous chest. A slight bit of hair, a little darker than what was on his head, covered his pecs and then arrowed down the center of his tight abs. He was muscled without being bulky; more sleek swimmer than body builder. Ryan’s stomach muscles bunched and flexed when he grabbed his belt and tugged the buckle free.

Bending forward with her breasts exposed for him, Maiya kept her gaze locked on his abs and then the fly of his jeans. The bulge of his erection behind the denim made her mouth water and her cunt clenched in anticipation of him filling her. She removed her boots and then took off her jeans.

“Christ, you have amazing tits.” He slid off his shoes and unzipped his pants.

Nervous energy vibrated through her, quickening her breaths. “I’m glad you like them.”

“You better lose the panties or I’m going to rip them off you.” Ryan walked forward, the top button and zipper open on his pants.

The pale green waistband of his boxer briefs was visible and the crown of his cock peeked out from the top, tempting her. Maiya licked her lips and her stomach flip-flopped. He looked like a predator stalking his prey.

Stepping back while he approached, Maiya stopped when the back of her bare legs met the bed.
Oh God
. Her stomach somersaulted again, and she clenched her fists at her sides, unable to meet his gaze now. She focused instead on the steady pulse on the side of his neck and melted under the soft caress of his palm down her arm.

Ryan settled his hand on her waist, stroked her side with his thumb, and then grabbed the thin strap of her thong panties and tugged, snapping it. Her breath caught. “Hey! I liked those.” She gazed at him and tried not to giggle.

“I told you to take them off.” He urged her onto the bed. “I’ll buy you a new pair.” Leaning forward, he sucked one nipple into his mouth and tore the remaining strap of her panties.

Maiya buried her fingers in his hair. “Well, in that case—” She gasped when he tugged on her nipple with his teeth and little electric stings blasted through it.

He pulled what was left of her panties off and stroked his fingers through her slick folds. “So wet for me.”

Her hips shot up off the bed and she ground her teeth together. Moving to the other nipple, he took it between his teeth.

“Fuuuuck.” She gripped his hair tighter and he growled against her skin.

Ryan moved his hands to her sides and pulled away from her breast, a tender look in his eyes. And she melted. In one quick motion he picked her up and tossed her back on to the pillows. A squeal of giggles erupted from her and she landed in the softness of her comforter.

A self-satisfied grin spread across his lips. He pushed his pants and boxer briefs off and then climbed onto the bed between her legs. “There’s that sound I like so much.”

Maiya loved the weight of his body on top of her. She looped her arms under his and caressed his back. Raising her head, she placed gentle kisses along his jaw, his chin and then his edible lips. A sudden, frantic need to touch and taste—drink all of him in, as if she were dying of thirst—possessed her entire being.

Ryan rested his upper body weight on his forearms, cradling her within them. He buried his fingers in her hair and pressed his hard length right against her core. His lips parted on a gasp.

Maiya caressed his bottom lip with her tongue and sucked it gently. Releasing it, she flicked her tongue over his top lip and then slanted her mouth over his. Breathing fast and hard, he gripped her hair tighter in his fists while their tongues danced and tumbled together. Pulling his mouth from hers, Ryan tilted her head back and ran his lips down her throat.

She arched and undulated her body, rolling her hips forward. The length of his prick dragged over her clit and through her wetness, and she gasped. Thrusting forward again, he bit her neck.

“Baby.” She sucked in a breath. “Condom…drawer. Oh God. Ryan.”

“Patience.” Ryan pushed back on to his haunches between her legs and dragged his hands down her shoulders to her breasts and squeezed them together. Bending forward, he licked up the center of her cleavage and pinched her nipples between his fingertips.

A loud curse tore from Maiya and she tossed her head from side to side on the pillow. She loved the little sting of pain he caused when he pinched or bit her nipples. When his hot tongue touched her sweat-slick skin, goose bumps broke out along her limbs. It was a tidal wave of sensations, crashing into one another, then re-building, causing her body to tense and the lips of her cunt to soften and swell at the same time.

Ryan let go of her breasts and moved one hand to her throat, cuffing it loosely between his fingers and thumb. He ran his other hand down her body, cupped her mound and drove two fingers deep inside her core.

A guttural cry came from the center of Maiya’s chest and she bucked her hips off the mattress. She was on the verge of orgasm. In the space of a heartbeat he’d driven her there. Body and mind running headlong toward the finish line.

With his fingers buried deep inside her, he gripped her mound hard, compressing her clit beneath his palm. “Mine,” he said through clenched teeth and increased the constriction on her throat. “Say it.”

“Oh my God.” The pressure on her throat was intense, though she could definitely still breathe. The sheer excitement of the damage he could do kicked her heart rate even higher. But she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. He hadn’t and he wouldn’t.

Ryan wanted—no,
needed
Maiya to tell him. He needed to hear her say her cunt belonged to him and him alone. Hell if he had any idea why though. He’d played with and always enjoyed the control thing in bed, leaving it alone if his partner didn’t like it.

But with Maiya, God, Maiya made him
crave
that control. More importantly, he wanted her to crave it too. He wasn’t sure where this came from, but he was damn sure, with her, it felt right.

His hard-as-steel prick throbbed while he gazed at her in reverence. With his hand cupping her neck, her head was tilted back and her red hair was spread out on the pale pillowcase beneath her. She was panting and her cheeks were flushed—her lips swollen from his kisses. She looked like a fucking goddess. Pulling his fingers free of her tight channel, he sucked them between his lips and then delivered a quick stinging slap to her cunt. “Say. It.”

Maiya screamed and gripped his wrist where he held her neck. “Oh my God!” She bared her teeth. “Fuck. Me. Now. Ryan!”

He delivered another slap and her hips shot off the bed. “Tell me what I want to hear, Maiya.” Caressing and circling the edge of her opening with his fingertips, he spread her slickness up and over her tight clit. She was soaked for him—her juices running down her ass and coating her anus.

With trembling legs, she rocked her hips, trying to gain more contact. She was going to come soon, and if he wasn’t careful, he was too. Ryan toyed with her, using soft strokes on her tight clit in contrast to the stinging slaps. “You like that don’t you?” He sank his fingers inside her again as deep as he could get them. “You like when I slap your hot cunt?”

“Yes.” Maiya thrust her pelvis forward, forcing his fingers in deeper.

“Whose pussy is this, Maiya?’ He loosened his grip on her throat.

She grabbed his wrist and held it in place, whimpering in pleasure. Ryan was careful to only apply enough force so she could feel the pressure, but her breathing wasn’t constricted. He’d done it last night at his house and asked her if it was okay. She’d agreed. He loved it, and based on her reaction, she did too. Need built inside him. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her tight inferno. So sweet, so wet, so…his. “Say it.”

She gazed at him through the veil of her lashes and licked her lips. He started to pull his fingers out. A little deprivation would earn her submission.

“Yours!” She gasped. “My pussy is yours.”

“Good girl.” Ryan leaned forward, tightened his grip on her neck again and kissed her hard on the lips. She sucked his tongue into her mouth. The head of his prick nudged at her opening. Maiya gasped. He pulled away. “Condom, baby?”