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She’d never wanted gentle. Which was good, because he sure as hell wasn’t in the mood to make this a seduction.
More.He needed more.
Eight years was too long without her. No other woman had come close to making him burn this hot.
Only Nathalie.
“Please.”
Her desperate plea made his balls draw up tight. He hung on to the tattered remains of his control.
First, he had to make her scream.
His hand dove beneath her panties and found the slick heat he was searching for. He shoved two fingers inside her.
“Oh, God!” Nathalie’s nails found purchase on his shoulders and dug crescent shaped brands into his skin.
He pumped in and out while his thumb massaged her clit in a circular motion. Her inner walls tightened. She was close.
He stilled his hand. She wasn’t going to get off that easily. “Not yet.” Lust made his voice a deep, hungry rasp.
Her eyes flew open, desperation in their depths.
Whatever she was keeping from him, she was afraid to tell him. Which meant she thought it still would have power over him after all this time. If this was the last chance he had to touch her, feel her come apart in his arms, he was going to take his time, commit it to memory.
He traced the rounded flesh of her breasts with his tongue, lingering on their undersides, then traversed across the smooth plane of her stomach as she writhed beneath him, stopping to tongue her gold navel piercing.
His fingers fumbled with the zipper on the back of her skirt. He stood.
Nathalie lay there, naked from the waist up, watching him with desire-glazed eyes like a wanton seductress.
New memories.
His hands were rough as he bent and tugged off her black heels, skirt, and panties, then dropped to his knees in front of the couch. He draped her legs over his shoulders, opening her to him, and tugged her hips forward.
He drank her in like a man dying of thirst, soaking in the sound of his name on her lips as it fell like rain around them.
Nails scored his scalp, and he welcomed the pleasure-pain as her body seized in waves of pleasure. He drove her up again, not relenting, even as she pleaded for him to stop. Finally, he gentled his tongue, caressing her softly when she collapsed, boneless, on the sofa, her screams reduced to whimpers.
When her gaze refocused, she moaned and covered her eyes. “You’re still half-dressed. How embarrassing.”
He crawled up her body to press his nose to hers and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “I’m not finished with you.”
A sudden wariness entered her expression that made him pause.
Ryder wanted her more than he wanted his next breath, but he forced himself to say what he knew needed to be said. “If you want me to stop, say so.” His breath stilled in his lungs, waiting for her response.
Her eyes glistened in the dim lighting. She swallowed, drawing his attention to the delicate column of her throat.
He had an urge to mark her there, like an animal.
Mine.
The thought sent an arrow of unease shooting through him. He started to ease away.
She cupped his cheek, holding him in place. “Take me to bed, Ryder.”
Lust surged, dark and possessive, wiping away any misgivings over the power she still held over him.