Ride Wild (Raven Riders 3)

“Cora,” he rasped, his cock getting even harder against her thigh.

His arousal fueled her own, her hips tilting with the need for friction. The movement had her grinding herself against the firm muscle of his thigh and made both of them suck in a breath. His grip tightened on her everywhere. His arm holding her tighter yet to him, his hand pulling her thigh wider across him.

Her fingers returned to his mouth again, and traced across his lower lip. His tongue flicked out and swiped at her pointer finger, and Cora was instantly wet, her body slowly but surely forgetting her aches. Trembling with need and adrenaline and the fear that at any second, he would cut this off, Cora shifted ever so slowly, ever so slightly, bringing her face closer to his. He watched her like she was a tigress about to strike, but just as her mouth almost reached his, he flipped them and pinned her to the bed.

And Cora realized she had it all wrong. He’d been the feral animal about to attack all along.

“I wasn’t going to do this, Cora. I wasn’t going to start this between us. I know that’s not why you’re here,” he said, his voice full of grit.

“I wasn’t going to start it, either,” she said, her heart pounding in her chest—from his closeness, from the way he was holding her, from what might be happening, and from the honesty she was about to let loose from her lips, “but I can’t help that I want it. Want you.”

“Jesus.” He was almost shaking with restraint. “I’m worried about you not feeling good,” he said.

“With you looking at me like that, I feel better than I’ve felt in a really long time.”

“Cora—”

“Slider, just this once,” she whispered, desperate for his touch, desperate for a connection, desperate for him.

It was as if her words snapped something inside him, because suddenly he was kissing her like she was the water and he was a man who’d been lost in the desert. For a fragment of a second, she worried about her breath, but he didn’t give her time to think on it, because his hands clutched her hair, his tongue plundered her mouth, and his body settled atop hers with the most delicious weight and friction. Cora moaned and sucked hard on his tongue as she wrapped her legs around his lean hips and grasped at his shoulders, his back, his ass.

“Christ, sweetheart,” he said, coming up for air, but not for long, because his mouth was at her jaw, her ear, her throat, and moving south. And, oh, God, that term of endearment had her holding him to her, holding him tight. Her shirt went, then his, and then he was at her hips with his mouth and his hands, his fingers playing with the band to his boxers that she’d slept in. “This can be enough. Just getting to kiss you is a fucking privilege.”

But Cora wanted more, especially when he said things like that. Because it felt good to be able to choose this. Because she wanted this man. And because she feared once they got out of this bed, their senses might return, and she might not get another chance to have him. “I want you Slider. I want all of you.”

“You’re sure?”

The care he was taking to be certain she really wanted this made the decision easy. “Yes, Slider. So sure.”

He removed the cotton shorts, a groan ripping out of him at remembering she wore no underwear beneath. Sitting back on his knees, he stared down at her like a starving man at a buffet deciding where to start first. He didn’t take long.

Slider parted her thighs, pushed her up the bed, and settled himself in between. He peered up her body with those pale green eyes, like ice on fire, and watched her as he put his open mouth flush against her pussy. He licked and sucked mercilessly, until the room was filled with the wet sounds of his mouth and the gasping moans from hers.

Only one other man had ever done this to Cora, and that might as well have never happened, because it so paled in comparison to what Slider was doing to her that she nearly lost her mind. She slapped her hands down against the bed and clawed at the sheets, trying to gain some purchase against the storm he was unleashing inside her body. Then Slider’s hands slid under her thighs and held her wrists down.

A ribbon of fear curled through her belly, but his actions refused to let her concentrate on it. She wasn’t sure if it was the restraint or the possessiveness or the shift in angle, but she was immediately right at the edge, until she was thrusting into his mouth and rocking her head against the bed. Everything inside her strained and strained until finally she was coming, shattering, screaming into the stillness of Slider’s room, her whole body jerking in a series of spasms that just wouldn’t stop. And she never wanted them to.