Chasing Mr. Wrong (Chasing Love 4)

He closed the last bit of space and kissed her. He dipped his tongue inside for a quick taste, then sat there—still, interlocked with her—and just…stayed.

Stayed in the kiss. Stayed in the moment. And she stayed right there with him, the feel of his firm lips and his sweet taste slowly seeping into her senses, like she truly recognized him. Knew him.

She wanted to see him—really see him—and have access to the entire strong man that was finally, finally, in her bed.

“Will you stand up?” she asked.

He looked at her for a moment, and then did as she asked. “Not loving the idea of leaving your body, sweetness,” he said, but he rose and stood at the foot of her bed.

She faced him, then got to her knees. The mattress dipped as she ran her hands along his torso and up his arms, making his open shirt fall away like white curtains off all that tan skin.

“I won’t let you go far,” she said and put his hat back on his head. The look of him shirtless, with low slung jeans and hard muscles, made her brain foggy. He was her dream man come to life.

She cupped his neck and trailed little kisses around his jaw to his chin. The clean-shaven planes of his face tickled her lips as she moved down his neck to his chest.

“Jesus, you feel so good,” he murmured. His head lolled back just a bit, and a calm happiness flooded her at Ryder Diamond standing there, letting her taste him.

He worked her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, then tugged on her shorts. Without taking her mouth from his skin, she shimmied out of her bottoms, and they soon were on the pile of other discarded clothes.

“Pink today,” he rasped, grazing his fingers along her lace panties.

She ran her hands down his chest, admiring all the hard ridges of his abs, and then she smoothed her palms over his sides, down his hips, and back up his rock hard stomach. She could stay there, on her knees, delivering sweeping touches across his impressive body for an eternity and never get bored.

She kissed the top ridge of his abs, nipping it, then moving down to the next set of defined muscles. And lower, until she ran her tongue along the V of his hips.

“You’re like my very own lollipop,” she said, biting and licking his hips as she unfastened his belt and pulled his jeans down until his hard cock was freed and bobbed in front of her.

He stepped from his pants and kicked them away. She’d thought his being shirtless was a sight, but Ryder Diamond put his own image to shame as he stood in nothing but a Stetson and a smile.

Her stomach flipped with butterflies, and the instant need to feel him everywhere.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked.

She delivered one wet kiss to the head of his shaft, then looked up and said, “Tell me.”

His gray eyes sizzled. “You make me feel like I’m climbing high and in control when I have a hold of you.” He wove his hands through her hair. “But then I realize it’s like trying to hold onto a strong, hot breeze. Soothing and sinful while it lasts, but then it knocks you on your ass and leaves you with the truth that you never had a good grip on it to start with.”

Her eyes searched his face. He was hitting her with so much honesty tonight it was heating up her chest in places that had long ago frozen over with ice.

“You’re holding on right now,” she said.

He nodded, his brow furrowing as his thumbs traced back and forth along her cheekbones.

“It would appear so.”

She wanted to please him. Feel him. Get lost in the lust and crazy passion only he made her feel. With a final kiss on his hip, she lay down on her back, her head hanging off the edge of the bed, and she looked up at him.

“Come here.” She opened her mouth.

The moment her intentions registered, the expression on his face was priceless. Awe and excitement transformed his handsome features as he took his hat off and tossed it across the room.

“You’re a damn dream, sweetness,” he said, holding his hard cock and stepping closer. He bent slightly to run the crown along her lips. Her head was hanging off the edge of the bed, elongating her neck as she stared up at him. She opened wider, waiting for him to close the last bit of distance.

She flicked her tongue out, urging him on.

“You ready?” he asked.

She nodded, and it was all the assurance he seemed to need. He pushed his cock into her mouth and groaned as inch after inch disappeared into her throat.