Page 77 of Rekindle My Heart

Chapter 17

Ryan’s cock saluted at Erica’s words. Hallelujah sat on the tip of his tongue. He bit it back. Instead, he pulled her close and kissed that trembling mouth. Her fingers knotted in his hair, anchoring his mouth to hers.

Yes. The taste of her drove him to deepen the kiss. Thoughts of plunder and pillage filled his mind, but Erica was no helpless wench. No. She was a willing participant who gave as good as she got.

Her teeth nipped at his lip. A growl of lust slipped from his throat. More. He wanted more, and she obliged, opening for him, meeting him tongue for tongue.

He skated a hand the length of her torso, memorizing the dips and curves of her figure. Laying a plan for which area of her body he wanted to explore and lick first. Using his thumb, he caressed the edge of her ribs.

Breaking the kiss, he slid his lips down the column of her throat, nipped her jaw, then slipped his tongue into the hollow of her collarbone.

She was a feast, and he was famished.

She arched her back, bringing him closer to all her glorious skin.

His hands found purchase on the rounded plane of her hips. Lifting, she wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him as if he was a lifeline in a storm. What she didn’t realize was she was his. And if he couldn’t touch every inch of her skin soon, he might explode.

Gripping his head, she pulled him up for a kiss. Devouring his mouth like it was her last breath.

Damn, they were both on the edge.

Bed. Wall. Fuck, floor. At this point, he didn’t care. But his feet started moving down the hall.

Inside her bedroom, she dropped her legs and then reached for the hem of her dress.

His gaze locked on all that skin. Long. Smooth. The dress rose, revealing a hint of thigh. Slowly, painfully, she worked the fabric up one inch at a time. He salivated like a dog waiting for a big juicy steak.

She leisurely walked her fingers leisurely up, taking the yellow fabric with it. One more inch. The edge of lace peeked out.

Lace. Baby blue and cut high on her thigh. Thank you, sweet baby Jesus.

His dick was so hard. If this striptease went on much longer, he’d have zipper marks on it. “I’m really enjoying the show, but can I help you with that?”

A devilish smile crossed her lips. “Are you getting a little antsy?”

“More than a little.” Hell, he’d waited thirteen years for another taste of her. His hands fisted and relaxed.

This is Erica, not some one-night hookup.

The voice in his head was right. He could wait a little longer. Hell, he’d keep it in his pants forever if it meant getting his best friend back.

But… He would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he wanted her between the sheets. He wanted it all. But was he rushing her?

The thought dimmed the excitement for “Little Ryan.” Not enough to stop any forward motion, but it made him think.

He paused her with a touch to her hand. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. No hesitation.

Searching her eyes, he looked for signs of inebriation. They hadn’t had a drink in several hours. She appeared to be in control.

“I want tonight… with you.”

It was something. If he stopped now, would it mess up their rekindled friendship? Could he stop if he wanted to?

Yes. But only if she needed him to.

In one swift move, she tugged the dress over her head, and it hit the floor.