Bachelor at Her Bidding (Bachelor Auction Book 2) by Kate Hardy Page B

Taste you. And what I really want to do…” He dragged in a breath. “Hold on,” he said and rummaged in his pocket. He opened the foil packet with his teeth; with one hand he undid his jeans, pulled his boxer shorts down far enough and then rolled the condom onto his cock.
    “I can’t wait for you anymore. I’m so hungry for you,” he said. “And I’m very glad you’re not wearing jeans or pantyhose.” He pushed the gusset of her panties aside. “Because then it would have stopped me doing this.” He fitted the tip of his cock to the entrance of her sex and slowly, slowly eased into her.
    Rachel’s huge blue eyes widened. “Oh, my God, Ryan! I can’t believe you’re…”
    “I’ve wanted to do this ever since last Saturday,” he said softly. “Even though my head is saying I don’t have time in my life for any kind of relationship, that I’m not being fair to either of us, the rest of me wants you so badly that I can’t think straight. You’re lovely. And you are most definitely enough. Believe me. You fit just right. I think you’re perfect.”
    A tear spilled over her lashes, and he kissed it away. “Don’t cry, honey. You feel amazing. And I want to make you feel as amazing as you make me feel.”
    He shifted their positions slightly so he could push deeper, and she gasped.
    He stilled. “Too much?”
    She shook her head. “It’s good.” Her voice was wobbly and he could hear how brave she was trying to be when she added, “Almost as good as your food.”
    “Now that sounds like a challenge. Accepted.” He kissed her, then concentrated on making quite sure that she saw stars, pushing deep inside her, taking it slowly at first and then speeding up as he felt her getting wetter and hotter. Again, there was that breathy little moan that sent a thrill right through his gut – and then his own climax hit him.
    When he finally dared to move, he eased out of her and let her slide back down to the ground. “I need to sort this out in the bathroom,” he said, “but, before I do, there’s something really important I need to say.”
    He saw the flicker of worry in her eyes before she suppressed it, and leaned down to kiss her lightly. “Your ex didn’t know what he was talking about,” he said, “but I most definitely do. Rachel Cassidy, you’re gorgeous, you turn me on in a big way, and you make me want to break every single one of my rules.” He held her gaze. “Your ex didn’t deserve you. But don’t you ever let him make you doubt yourself. He’s not worth it – but you most definitely are. You’re more than worth it.”
    *
    Rachel’s knees felt as if they’d turned to Jell-O. In all the years she’d been with Nick, nothing like this had ever happened before; sex had always been in the marital bed, missionary-style, with the lights off.
    Probably because pretending that he was with someone else was the only way her husband been able to get through it. And even now the thought hurt.
    But Ryan… Ryan had focused on her. On giving her pleasure. He’d made her fall apart in her bed, and now again against her kitchen wall. With the lights on. OK, with the blinds closed as well, but still in the brightest-lit room in her apartment. He hadn’t even waited to take their clothes off. He’d said he was hungry for her.
    And he’d said she fit just right…
    She was still putting her clothes back to rights with shaking fingers when Ryan came back into the kitchen and kissed her. “Hey. You OK?”
    “I think so.” She blew out a breath. “I, um, sorry for being lame.”
    “Don’t apologize,” he said. “Your ex made you feel bad for something that was his fault, not yours. Which is the lowest of the low. You’re worth a lot more than that, Rachel.” He kissed her again. “And I feel bad, because I’m going to have to go very soon and pick Gram up.”
    “It’s OK. We already talked about this. I know your time’s limited.”
    “But it makes me feel as if I’m