Against The Wall (12 page)

“No,” she moaned, trying to get closer, wanting to just crawl up inside of him. “I never knew it would be so amazing, even after wanting you for so long. Then you said those really incredible things to me and now I can’t help it. I need more,” she added with a small groan, feeling like she’d go crazy if she didn’t get him back inside of her—filling her up—that very instant.

She had the sexiest man ever made naked in her shower, and all she could think about were the wonderfully wicked things she wanted to be doing to his gorgeous body. She needed to be touching him with her hands and mouth—going down on her knees for a taste of that giant, beautiful cock—while she had the chance!

Ryan laughed a low, deep rumble that shook her against his chest, the relief spearing through him as sharp as it was satisfying. “You are an insatiable little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured around a smile, settling her on her feet, keeping her body pressed against his own with one arm behind her back. With his other hand, he lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “And to think for a minute there I was almost worried I might’ve broken you or something,” he teased, blue eyes sparkling, long lashes spiked with water.

She blushed, looking delightfully pink under the warm spray of the shower, but her eyes were dark and hungry. “I’m tougher than I look,” she quipped in a husky murmur, and just like that, Ryan felt himself losing it.

He kissed the tip of her nose, her eyelids, then brushed the softest of kisses across her pink mouth while trying to rein himself in. “God, Shea,” he groaned a little shakily. “Don’t tempt me, honey, or I’m likely to push you up against this shower wall and take you again right now, no matter how sore you are.”

“Yeah? I like the sound of that. I’ve never had slippery, wet sex in the shower before. And who ever said I was too sore? I could never be too sore for you, Ry.”

Hell, she was gonna be the death of him.

Ryan smiled down at her, ridiculously happy just to be with her, finding her every bit as fascinating as he’d claimed. His eyes gleamed with devilish intent while his big hands kneaded her naked backside, loving the way her firm flesh filled his palms. “You’ve hardly ever had sex anywhere before, you little tease, but you need some downtime before I fuck you again.”

The only thing Shea knew she needed was Ryan. Forget about being sore. Who could give a crud about a little discomfort when Ryan McCall was primed and ready? The beauty of his hard-muscled body rivaled the perfection of any Ancient Greek statue she’d ever seen—only he wasn’t made of stone. Well, at least not all of him. With a soft sigh of longing, she pressed against him, rubbing her torso against his wonderfully obvious, enormous erection.

“You’re the only thing I need.” She kissed his jaw, reached up on tiptoe and nipped the side of his neck, loving the warm, salty taste of his skin. “Again. Right here, so I’ll know this isn’t a dream.”

“That’s it,” he grunted with a strained expression, holding her away from him so he could think straight, or at least try to. God knew it wasn’t easy around this woman. “You’re pushing me, Shea, and I’m trying to do the right thing here.”

She smiled wickedly, feeling free and alive with electricity, as if her entire body were humming with light and energy. “Yeah? And what if I told you I wanted you to do me instead?”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed at her boldness. “I’d say you’re asking for more than you can take right now, little one.” His voice went lower as his eyes traveled slowly down her body, his big hands running up and down her sides, molding over her narrow hips. Droplets of water slid down her stomach, over her sexy pierced navel, clinging to the soft, dark curls between her legs. He couldn’t resist tweaking those curls with his fingers, wanting to bury his face right there and eat her alive. “Trust me, Shea. You have no idea what I’ve been fantasizing about doing to you for the past three hell-filled months. And that was before I knew what a hot little fuck you are.”

She quivered before him, giving herself away as her long lashes lowered over the most dangerous pair of bedroom eyes he’d ever seen. It was all he could do to choke back a wolfish smile of cocky satisfaction.

Who would’ve ever thought that shy, intellectual Shea would get turned on by a guy talking dirty to her? Of course, the blatant fact that he intended to be the only man giving her the dirty talk wasn’t lost on him. In fact, he was looking forward to every single second of it.

The sensuous press of her naked breasts against his chest brought his attention back to the problem at hand as she moved against him.

“I want you for as long as I can have you.” She swallowed and licked her lips, her white teeth biting into the pouty flesh of the bottom one. “If that means being sore, I don’t care. It isn’t going to stop me from having you,” she laughed with a sultry smile. “You’d be surprised what types of things I’ve thought about doing to you. Who knows—maybe you’ll be the one who’s shocked?”

Jesus, who was this woman? His rugged features tightened with the effort of holding back, while the knot in his dick tripled in need. “Damn it, I do care.” His tone took on an angry edge as he stroked the slight bruise on her cheekbone. “You’ve already had a hell of a weekend, babe, and that was before I got my hands on you.”

She shot him a hot look of frustration, then lowered her chin, mumbling something under her breath. Ryan heard the soft grumble of her voice, but couldn’t understand the muttered words over the hot spray of the water. “Why do women always do that?” he drawled—his chest rumbling with soft laughter.

Shea blinked up at him. “Do what?”

The corners of his sexy mouth lifted. “Talk to themselves.”

“Because men never listen?” she offered sweetly, fine black brows rising over sparkling gray eyes.

His big, rough hands trailed possessively up and down the line of her spine, resting against the soft, alluring swell at the top of her ass. “I listen to you.”

“Uh-huh. Which is why you stayed when I told you to leave.”

He leaned down and nipped the full flesh of her bottom lip with his strong teeth, knowing the sharp stab of sensation would shoot straight down to the empty core of her cunt. She trembled in his arms, and he had to bite back another wolfish grin. “Yeah, but you wanted me to stay.”

Her fingers curved around his hips, trying to pull him into her, wanting to feel the press of that magnificent, engorged cock against her fluttering belly. “And right now I want you to fuck me.”

The husky words drilled straight through his brain, and he had to lock his damn knees against the need to do just that. Brushing his mouth across hers, he whispered, “I already told you, sweetheart. Not yet.”

Shea groaned with defeat and pulled out of his arms, quickly making use of the soap, shampoo, and conditioner, knowing he was glued to her every movement and liking the sexy feeling of power that knowledge gave her. Feminists could go on all day and night about the negative aspects of stereotyping women as sex objects, but as an educated female, and a quite brilliant one at that, Shea appreciated the fact that there were times when it felt good to know a man was looking at your body and thinking about nothing other than how badly he wanted it.

Of course, it had to be the right man, and Ryan McCall was definitely that, even if he was starting to tick her off. Just because she was a little inexperienced didn’t mean she was fragile, and she sure as hell didn’t want to be handled with kid gloves, especially by him!

They finished in a heavy silence, the air between them even heavier with sexual undercurrents. Shea turned to step out of the shower, giving him a perfect view of her sweet little heart-shaped ass, and he groaned under his breath.

Damn. He’d never seen anything like it, and his cock paid homage to such a beautiful sight by kicking up another notch. Whoa boy, down. He ached from his head to his toes, and it was an agonizing torment not to give in and give her exactly what she was asking for.

She handed him a fluffy white towel as he stepped out behind her, her eyes narrowed in irritation. “Who would’ve thought a guy with your wicked reputation would be such a spoilsport?”

His eyes fastened hot and hungry on her rosy breasts, following the movements of her towel as she dried them. “I want you back in bed,” he said suddenly, and there was no disguising the thick, urgent sound of need in his voice.

Those stormy eyes of hers went heavy in response, firing his blood even more. Her breath rushed through her slightly parted, soft pink lips. “Yeah? Have you changed your mind then?”

Her tongue flicked her bottom lip again, snaring his gaze, making him think of things of his own he had for her to flick and lick. “The bed, Shea,” he ordered roughly, herding her in that direction with his big body. “First you rest, then I’ll show you what a sport I can be.”

The look she sent over her shoulder was as hungry as his. “Promise?”

This time, his eyes gleamed. “Sweetheart, by the time I’m done with you, neither one of us may walk for a week.”

When they lay back down among the soft white linens of Shea’s bed, Ryan forced himself to be gentle, soothing, lover-like, but it was hard as hell with her rubbing her naked body all over his. Finally he got them settled beneath the sheet, both their heads sharing the same pillow while they stared into each other’s eyes, trying to make sense out of everything that was happening to them.

With one blunt fingertip, Ryan traced the delicate features of her face. A fey face that was so precious to him—that had been since he’d first seen it. Her brows were finely arched over the biggest gray-blue eyes he’d ever seen, her lashes long and thick, cheekbones high, nose small and pert, skin a creamy pale gold with a light sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose.

And her mouth.

Damn, just looking at those soft, lush lips made him ache with erotic thoughts of twisting his hands into the soft mass of her silky, dark curls and dragging her down to where he wanted her the most. He could just imagine how sweet it would feel sinking past those lips, shocking a look of stunned surprise from those big eyes as he pushed his cock deep. With painstaking detail, he’d tell her how to stroke him with her soft, pink tongue, tease the head of his cock with those petal-like lips, and then suck him into that sweet little mouth until he came hot and wet and scalding down her throat.

Then again, Ryan thought with a wry grin, Shea was the most naturally sexual woman he’d ever known, despite her relative inexperience. He probably wouldn’t have to teach her a damn thing.

Just thinking about it had him hard and throbbing all over again. She shot his control to hell, until he didn’t think he’d ever be able to be near her and not ache to bury himself up inside her sticky sweet cunt. The woman just affected him, no two ways about it, and now that he’d had her—well, now her effect was even stronger.

Ryan still couldn’t believe he’d finally drilled his cock into that beautiful pussy. He wanted to brand her as his so that every guy out there, even her snot-nosed poets and artists, would know she was his.

He wasn’t going to let her forget it.

If he had to, he’d keep her physically exhausted and pulsing with pleasure for the rest of his life, but Shea Dresden was not getting rid of him. Ryan hoped like hell she realized what she’d gotten herself into. It wasn’t just that she’d been so hungry for a good, hard, mind-shattering fuck, and that he’d been the first man to really give her one. She was his in a way that went beyond the physical. He’d tried to run from it, but this strange connection had been creeping up on him from the moment they’d first met.

Running from it hadn’t helped. Avoiding her hadn’t helped. Now that he’d had her, there was no way in hell he could go back. Damn, he didn’t even want to.

But what did Shea want?

Suddenly Ryan was very much aware of the fact that she’d yet to say anything about the future. Oh, she’d said she wanted him, and almost even said she loved him, he thought, but then that had been in the passion of the moment last night—and he knew not to bet too much on things spoken at a time like that.

What did she really want from him? She was staring back at him across the soft white cotton pillowcase, looking at him with all the love in the world shining in her eyes, or was he just seeing what he wanted to see? Was he just an adventure for her? A walk on the wild side before she settled down with some nice academic type and raised little poet laureates? Like hell. No matter what she’d planned before, Ryan was going to make it infinitely clear that her future was with him now.

Hell if he knew how it’d happened, but there was no stopping it.

Shea snuggled deeper into the pillow, her legs shifting against his, moving her body closer to his, which was exactly where he wanted it. The sheet dipped, revealing one puffy pink nipple, and he couldn’t resist stroking it with his thumb, watching the way it tightened into a hard little bud with the first touch of his skin. He wanted to take it between his teeth and tease her until she was ready to come just from having him suck on her beautiful tits.

Then he flicked his gaze up and caught a strange look of embarrassment in her eyes. Jesus, after everything else they’d done, he couldn’t believe she’d get shy about her breasts, and the look went straight to his heart.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his deep voice still rough with physical satisfaction.

“Just that they’re not, um, really your type.” She swallowed thickly and tried for a smile, but he could tell it was forced. “I mean—well, I’m not blind, Ry. I’ve seen the kinds of figures you like. They’re always tall and built and curvy. I must look like a scrawny tomboy compared to what you’re used to.”

He groaned silently in his head, wondering just how many women she’d actually seen him with. Christ, no wonder she was making remarks about not being his type. If she’d gotten a good look at any of his dates, she probably thought he was attracted to nothing more than long legs and big tits. Hell, that’s what he’d thought he was attracted to, at least until he’d gotten a look at her.