He moaned, and desire burned wild inside her. Without any hesitation, any fear of being caught, she slid to her knees, arms wrapped around Ryan’s legs as she settled beneath his jutted cock and touched it lightly with her tongue. Teasing. Yes. Now she was teasing. Him and herself.
“Sabrina,” he whispered.
She smiled as her hand slid around the base of his erection. As her eyes met his, she drew him into her mouth, suckled the head of his erection and then slowly slid downward, inch by inch. And then she started the slide, up and down. Until his hand settled on her head, guiding her, telling her how urgent he was. Until she couldn’t get enough, until her hand curved his amazing backside, and she suckled him harder and deeper.
He moaned her name, his breathing heavy, labored. Aroused.
Sabrina had never wanted a man to submit his pleasure to her as she did this one. Never hungered for more of him. But she did now. Her tongue, lips and hands explored, pumped, drove him to the edge. She ached with want, with need, her womb contracting, begging to be filled. Later, she told herself. Later, when she could have all of him without restriction, without limitations. Always there were limitations. She wanted them gone, wanted to find out what that meant with this man. What making love really could be. How erotic. How intense. How daring.
Suddenly, the muscles in Ryan’s legs stiffened, and his body shuddered. “Stop,” Ryan said, trying to pull back, to pull away from her.
Sabrina refused, tightening her grip around him and sucking him deeper, harder. She stole his resistance, his resolve, until his hand slid back to her head, holding her, begging her not to stop. Until finally he exploded, finally he gave himself to her.
Afterward, she slid up his body, helping him dress as he had done with her. And then she settled against him again, a smile tugging at her lips. Gone was the darkness she’d seen edging his face, replaced with a sense of awe and satisfaction that she was responsible for. She loved that she’d done that for him. And for her. She wasn’t thinking about who was watching, or who was judging, or what she’d left behind in New York. She was thinking about the moment and, most definitely, about the man.
She reached up and fingered the straight hair touching his brow. She liked that it was longer than a typical army buzz cut. Her hand slid over his strong jaw, the spiky stubble rough against her soft palm. “Now,” she prodded, “what do you think about the house?”
His arms held her at the waist. “All I’m thinking about right now is you.” The loud growl of her stomach interrupted, and he chuckled, “And you’re thinking about food. Not sure how I feel about that.”
“A few bites of a muffin doesn’t go very far,” she said.
“We should go eat, then.” His hand slid around her neck, his lips hovering above hers. “I wouldn’t want to leave you unsatisfied.”
She smiled, again amazed at how comfortable Ryan made her feel. “I’m counting on it.”
10
NOT LONG AFTER TURNING the house for sale into the house he’d never forget, Ryan and Sabrina had swung through the Taco Cabana drive-through for takeout. Feeling at ease with Sabrina beyond what he’d expect considering the length of time they’d known one another—like a close friend with the perk of finding her smoking-hot, of course—Ryan now lounged on her living-room floor with her by his side. The final bits of their dinner sprawled across her coffee table, the radio emitted a low hum of country music at Ryan’s insistence—Mexican food required proper atmosphere.
Sabrina fanned her mouth and reached for her large diet soda. “I thought you said this was mild,” she complained, hitting the icy bottom of her drink and grabbing his to take a long gulp. She set it down with a hard thud. “Good grief. This food is not even close to mild.”
Ryan chuckled, finding her inability to tolerate even the mildest spice adorable and appalling. “You will never make it in Texas if you don’t learn to spice things up.”
“If spicing up my life includes setting my mouth on fire,” she rebutted, and drew another long drink of his soda, “I’m going to reconsider.”
“You certainly did the food justice for someone who doesn’t like it,” he commented.
She looked offended. “You were trying to starve me. I took what I could get.”
“You’ll be surprised how it’ll grow on you,” he assured her. “You’ll miss it when you’re gone.”
“If all goes well with this Marco interview,” she said hopefully, “I won’t be going anywhere to miss it. I really appreciate you getting me the interview.”
He helped her gather the trash, stuffing it into a takeout bag and setting it aside. “Completely self-serving,” he confessed. “I wanted to see you again, and I had a feeling if you left the Hotzone without jumping, you wouldn’t be back to try it again.”