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her palm
across the front of his jeans, framing the impressive bulge with her fingers,
feeling him harden even more beneath her touch. He let her explore, re-familiarize
herself for a moment while she continued to torment that tasty pierced nipple.
Before she knew what hit her, he had her back pressed against the door and her
arms pinned above her head, both of her wrists in one of his big hands.
    His mouth
covered hers. Tate whimpered at the thorough domination of Ryan’s kiss. No one
had ever kissed her the way he did. Like he couldn’t get
enough of her taste. Like her mouth belonged to him. Her tongue met his
in a sweet, slick dance of heat before he eased away to explore the column of
her throat. Meanwhile his free hand worked the buttons from their holes down
the front of her shirt. Cool air met her bared skin as Ryan impatiently shoved
the material out of his way to skim his lips across the crest of each
lace-covered breast. His hot breath seeped through the thin fabric, tightening
her nipples.
    He turned her
wrists loose and hit his knees, fingers going to the fastener on her jeans. His
motions were urgent and a bit clumsy, but that only seemed to add to the frenzy
building inside her body. Her skin felt hot and too tight as he worked her
jeans and panties down her legs. She started to step out of them before she
realized she still had her shoes on.
    “Shoes,” she
said impatiently.
    Wasn’t she the
bossy, wanton hussy tonight, coming to his apartment, knowing inevitably that this
was how things were going to go between them? Because no matter how many times
she tried to lie to herself and say sex wasn’t the reason she’d dropped
everything and rushed over here, it was the possibility of this that had done
it. Her body had known the truth, even if her brain wanted to deny it.
    Ryan pushed each
shoe off and finished removing her jeans and panties. Tate shucked her shirt, tossing
it on the growing pile on his foyer floor.
    His hands
coasted up her thighs, making her shiver. They made their way around to her ass
where he gave a little jerk, dislodging her from her post against the door. His
ready mouth waited when she tipped towards him. Ryan buried his face between
her thighs, unabashedly nuzzling her pussy. He murmured words Tate couldn’t
make out over the buzzing in her bloodstream.
    She tunneled her
fingers through his hair to hold him close and shifted her stance a little,
giving him free access to whatever he wanted to explore with that sinful mouth.
He parted her labia with his fingers then plunged his tongue through the slick
valley he created. Tate moaned, her head tipping backwards to hit the door with
a soft thump.
    Pleasure spread
through her core and up into her breasts as he teased her clit in long, slow,
agonizing strokes. She wanted it faster, harder, but if she made any sort of
demand, Ryan would only use it as an excuse to torture her more. Not that what
he was currently doing was true torture. Oh no, definitely not that. There was
nothing cruel about the way he used his agile tongue. Nothing tortuous about
the way he lazily coaxed her body toward climax.
    One long finger
slid inside her, easing the achy emptiness there. Her pussy clenched eagerly
around the intrusion. He looked up at her and smiled, his mouth shiny with her juices. It was such an erotic sight, her knees nearly
buckled from the onslaught of raw lust.
    “I missed this,
Tate.”
    Her heart did a
funny little dance, similar to the one it had performed when she’d spotted his
flowers. God, so have I . The only thing she could do was nod in agreement because her throat had
something thick and solid clogging it up.
    Ryan dipped his
head, covering her with his mouth again. Her hips bucked when he circled her
clit with his tongue. Languor suddenly replaced with purpose, his hand
tightened on the cheek of her ass, forcing her to hold still for his direct
assault on the swollen, sensitive flesh.
    Everything
between her hipbones grew