Page 11 of His to Defend

Now.

“Nothing serious?”

“Hell no.” Her lips twisted in a sexy grin. “Kiss me. Now.”

Who was he to not oblige such an order?

Without another breath of hesitation, his lips pushed to hers, his tongue plundering her mouth, taking what he wanted. What he needed.

With one hand bracing himself, he tore at her T-shirt, a moment too late realizing he’d ripped the thin cotton away completely. But then it didn’t matter because her glorious tits only barely encased in black lace were lying before him.

Ryker could hardly contain the growl that rose up within him but he managed to restrain himself moments before he tore her bra off.

Instead, he lowered his head and took one hard nipple into his mouth, suckling it through the lace, which had the desired effect of making her squirm; her hips ground up against him and the increasingly hard erection between his legs.

“Woman. You are…”

He couldn’t even finish the thought because whatever it was about Nina, it made it hard to think, hard to breathe, but so help him, it wasn’t going to be hard to—

“Shut up and get your pants off.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Ryker loved a woman who knew what she wanted, and Nina definitely knew what she wanted. But maybe he could still teach her a thing or two.

In a flash, he was up and had her pants pulled down to her ankles. She moved to wiggle out of her panties but Ryker stopped her. “Hands off.”

For a second, he thought she would balk at his command. A strong woman like Nina might have trouble letting go of control.

She hesitated for a beat and then, in one utterly sensuous move, lifted her arms over her head, which lifted her breast up further, her nipples straining for release against the lace, and gave him control.

At least for the moment.

He’d take it.

Ryker could be a patient man. Years of rock climbing and navigating treacherous terrain had taught him to bide his time, plan every move. But when it came to Nina, all bets were off.

He looped one finger under the elastic of her panties and with a quick yank, the thin lace gave way, exposing her fully to him.

The scent of honey and apples filled the air, completely intoxicating him. He had to taste her.

He knelt between her legs and hooked an arm under each knee to pull her sweet center toward him.

With the first taste of her, he knew it would never be enough. She squirmed against him, but he held her fast as his tongue delved deep within her, alternating between licking and sucking and tasting her delicious juices.

“Ryker…oh my…don’t stop.”

His lips curved up into a smile. He had no plans to stop.

Nina’s hands threaded through his hair and pulled. There was nothing gentle about it, and Ryker felt every bit of her need in her touch.

A need he was more than happy to satisfy.

His tongue circled her clit. Once, twice—teasing the sensitive nub until she thrust her hips up into him. Demanding more.

“Ryker, I need you.”

Never had he heard more perfect words. Need.