Rider's Kiss

She snorted. “I seriously doubt that.”

“Believe it, sweetheart,” he growled as he looked out the windshield. He was only a few miles from his hotel, thank God. “I feel like I’ve waited for this moment forever.”

“What are you talking about?”

Rider felt her staring at him, but because he was hyperaware of just how distracting she was to his concentration, he didn’t dare take his sight off the road. And right now he needed to focus on getting them to the hotel in one piece.

“I’ve thought about you,” he replied as he stroked his thumb over the back of her hand. About seeing you in the nude. About making love to you. About waking up next to you in the morning and doing it all over again.” He flipped his turn signal on and took a left.

“You’ve thought about me?”

“Yep, but I kept my distance for one reason only. You were always way out of my league.”

“Oh please,” she said with no small amount of disbelief in her voice. “I’ve always been a total nerd and a plain Jane. How do you figure I’m out of your league?”

“You were one of those girls who got straight As, always crossed her Ts and dotted her Is. I managed to get in trouble at least once a week and sure as hell never saw my name on the honor roll. I had no business anywhere near you.”

“I’m having a hard time believing the fearless Rider James felt inadequate,” she whispered as if talking to herself. “That’s going to take some time to digest.”

When he arrived at the hotel, he shut off the engine and turned toward her. “None of that matters now. All that matters is you and me and this night.” As he got out of the car and came around to open her door, she peered up at him with a mixture of excitement and fear in her amazing hazel eyes. He liked the excitement, but fear was the last thing he wanted to see. He held out his hand, and she took it. The measure of trust she granted him in the small gesture made his heart swell with pride.

A few minutes later, they stepped through the hotel room door. As he turned the lock, a shock of need ran through his bloodstream. He grasped her around the middle with both hands, spanning her waistline. God, she was perfect for him. Victoria would fit his body the way no other woman ever had. He watched her eyes heat up. He pulled her close, closer still, fitting her to him, and kissed her long and deep. The sturdy counter of the small kitchenette was a mere three feet away. Rider walked backward, pulling her along with him, their lips locked together. Without breaking contact with Victoria’s soft mouth, Rider carefully turned, then lifted her and sat her down on the cold Formica top.

Victoria’s startled hiss brought him to a halt. She took her lips from his and stared as if scandalized. “Here, Rider?” Her hushed whisper turned him on something fierce. Everything about her made him ache with hunger and need.

He grinned. “Here. Or in the bedroom. Maybe even the shower. I’m not opposed to the floor either.” He winked. “Actually, all of the above, if I have my way.”

Rider began unbuttoning her blouse. When it fell open and he caught sight of her lace-covered breasts, he groaned. “I need to taste you,” he murmured, then dipped his head and sucked one already erect nipple into his mouth, bra cup and all.

“Rider,” she groaned.

The sound of his name from between her lips was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He flicked his tongue over and around her nipple, gently at first, then rougher, demanding her flesh to beg for him. He cupped the round globe and pulled it up higher, kneading the supple skin. He heard her moan of delight and felt her writhing beneath him. Rider took joy in her animated responses to him. He gave in to his primal cravings and bit down. She arched upward, clearly eager for more of his mouth and hands. He released her and finished undressing her. Once she was totally nude, Rider’s nostrils flared as he picked up her succulent scent. Anxious for a taste, he smoothed a finger over her damp curls and found her budding desire. She was swollen and throbbing and sopping wet. He fondled and toyed with the little nub. Too fast, the teasing seemed to overwhelm her and she came, exploding all around his finger and screaming out his name. It was the sweetest thing to watch Victoria come totally undone at his hands.

Rider moved away and tore at the fly on his jeans and freed his erection. In the red haze of his lust, her pleading barely reached his ears. He looked down and saw her arms outstretched, waiting to embrace him even as her body welcomed him in.

“Please,” she moaned. “I need you.”

Rider gave her what she craved. “I need a taste of your

mouth first.” As he slowly drifted his tongue over Victoria’s bottom lip, her body bowed. Rider moved downward, tasting the skin of her neck, and then the ample softness of her breasts. She fit his mouth, his hands. This woman was made for him, and he devoured her.

First licking, then sucking on her nipple, he luxuriated in her gasps and moans. Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. He toyed with one erect nipple and then bit down on the other, giving equal attention to both beautiful tits. He could easily spend hours suckling and nibbling her.

Rider lifted his head and stared at Victoria’s widespread thighs. She sat with her sex dripping wet and breasts glistening from the heat of his mouth. He wondered if she realized how beautiful she was to him in that moment. “You are incredibly sexy, Victoria. Do you know how beautiful you are?”

“I-I’m not really beautiful. Makeup and clothes can hide a lot.”

Hearing her talk about flaws bothered Rider. And he’d contributed to her insecurities with his big stupid mouth. “Beauty is more than lipstick and silk blouses, sweetheart. It’s this”—he put his hand directly over her heart—“that matters. The other stuff is just window dressing.” She started to say something, and Rider was afraid she was going to disagree with him. He didn’t want to hear it. Instead, he covered her mouth with his. He kept the kiss brief. “One day I’m going to make you believe me when I tell you these things.” Then, before she could say anything else, he grasped her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the counter. He dipped his head between her legs and licked her. She went pliant when his tongue and lips moved over her.

“Your spicy little pussy tastes so good,” he murmured against her dewy center. “I want to savor you.”

She groaned raggedly and arched into him, clutching at the counter for support. His libido went into overdrive. She held completely still as he pulled her legs over his shoulders on either side of his head and began lapping at her center. His mouth suckled her hard bud into his mouth, then flicked it back and forth. She arched into him, her lower body pressing against his face. When her fingers dug into his hair, Rider groaned and slipped his tongue into her tight heat. He tongue-fucked her as his hands toyed with her breasts. Rider pinched her nipples, and Victoria screamed his name as she burst all around him in a second amazing climax.

Seconds later, Victoria opened her eyes. He gently placed her legs back down onto the counter and straightened.

His hands stroked and caressed every smooth inch of her, the soft skin of her shoulders and downward, until he held her trim waist in his hands. His need for her sharpened. He had the urge to possess and dominate. To burn an imaginary brand onto her, asserting his claim.

He wanted her begging for him. He ached for her to need him the way he needed her. He slanted his mouth over hers, parting the seam with his tongue and plunging inside the welcoming heat. She moaned and grasped on to his arms for support. Her slim fingers bit into his forearms, and he reveled in the knowledge that he could make her so wild and impatient.