This Year's Black (Killer Style 2)

“I know you have some ridiculous year-without-commitments thing going on, but I intend to devote every minute of the next nine hours convincing you that your misguided resolution is the dumbest thing on the face of the earth.” He reached behind her neck and pulled the pink tie holding her sarong.

Her heart fluttered as the material slithered down her chest, snagging on her hard nipples. “Why, Mr. Harris, is that a challenge?”

“No it’s the first step in my Big Plan.” His finger feathered across her collarbone, coming to rest against the pulse jumping in her neck.

“World domination?” Done with his teasing, she reached for his belt, but

he captured her hands and pulled her arms taut above her head. Desire pooled in her belly, hot and demanding.

“Something bigger.” He lowered his lips within a hair’s breadth of hers. “You’re mine, Ryder. Mine. I just need you to agree.”

Stunned, she couldn’t move as his tongue teased her lips, sending heat flaring through her body. The flames burned away her resistance. Not that she had any…

“Open up for me, Ryder.”

Her body vibrated at his growled command and she opened for him. One day he’d ask the question, yeah, that question, and she’d say yes. She knew it as surely as she knew her Nonni made the best gravy in the world and that chocolate cannoli were the only kind worth eating. But she wouldn’t make it easy for him. They both enjoyed the challenge of the chase too much.

He deepened the kiss and his hands swept down her sides, coming to rest against the outside of her thighs. The sarong’s filmy material teased her bare legs as he inched it higher and higher until it bunched around her waist.

The contrasting texture of his rough hands and the smooth silk of her panties teased her desire. She buried her fingers in his thick hair, wanting to touch him everywhere at once. There wasn’t her. There wasn’t him. There was only them. She wanted what only Devin could give and she refused to live another moment without it.

Desperate for more, she pulled back from his hungry mouth, grabbed a handful of his shirt in each fist, and yanked hard. Buttons flew across the jet’s small bedroom, leaving exposed his muscular chest covered in bright tattoos. She planned to spend at least an hour tracing them with her fingers and wet tongue.

“On the bed or against the wall?”

“Yes, please.” The ache deep within her intensified. Her sensitive skin craved his touch, yearned for him.

His hands curved around to her ass, cupping each globe in his palms and lifting her so her yearning core fit perfectly against his hard cock. He rocked against her, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his lean waist. Wanting him. Needing him. Desperate for him.

Her lips busy with his, she spread her fingers wide and ran them across his broad shoulders, pushing his ruined shirt down his tattooed arms. His citrus cologne teased her as she followed the curve of his biceps, tensing under her touch.

Pulling her mouth away from his was torture, but it was the only way she could taste more of him and lick away the island from his warm skin. His pulse jumped against his corded neck as she trailed kisses down his throat. Pausing to tongue his hammering pulse, she relished that he wanted this as much as she did. Her quick nip elicited a harsh groan from him. Then he groaned again.

Pushing her gently backward, he framed her face with his hands, forcing her to make eye contact. All of the teasing had fled from his latte-colored gaze. Whatever he was about to say mattered.

“Say you’re done with no commitments,” he said intensely.

Her heart tripped. “I’m done.”

“Thank God.” He ripped her sarong away, flipped her around, and laid her onto the silk sheets.

Anticipation fluttered through her as his hand snaked down her flat belly and sneaked under the elastic of her panties. He sank a single finger between her wet folds. Her back bowed, strung so tight with pleasure it nearly broke her.

The jet vibrated under them, picking up speed as it rushed down the runway. Eyes clenched shut, she felt a buzzing in her limbs as he stroked her clit. The hum grew in intensity when he slid first one, then two fingers inside, brushing against the sensitive cluster of nerves within. Trying to anchor herself to reality as they lifted from the ground, she reached for him.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, but instead of bringing her back to earth, the feel of his muscles straining beneath her touch only increased her need. The vibration built deep inside her, ratcheting up with each stroke of his fingers, in and out, in and out, urgent need blinding her to any sensation but his touch. His fingers twisted within her slick core, pushing her closer and closer to release, until she shattered around him.

Panting, she rested her cheek against the cool silk sheet, not yet sated. Not by a long shot. “Fuck me, Devin. Now.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” His lips captured hers and the rest of the world ceased to exist.

The crinkle of foil being ripped open served as her only warning before he slid his rock hard cock inside her wetness. He drove deep into her heated core, filling her, completing her. She’d known it from their first night together, that he was the only man for her. She was done denying it. He was hers. She was his.

Digging her heels into the small of his back, she arched and ground her pussy against his hard cock. A thrum started deep within her, building with each deep stroke. Hot waves rippled up from her pussy. Every part of her strained toward orgasm. Close. So close. She swiveled her hips, bringing her clit in perfect alignment with him as he surged forward. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her body constricted and she came undone. A moment later, he drove into her one final time, and his entire body shook with the power of his orgasm.

Moments later, they rolled onto their backs, both of their chests still heaving with exertion.

”Ryder, I—”