Captive by Brenda Rothert Page A

held on. The waves had gotten so close and so hard that I knew I was on the edge, too. I wanted Ryke to come as deep as I was going to, and I knew how to make it happen. I was feeling uninhibited, and I let bolder words than I’d ever used tumble out of my mouth.
    “Fuck me hard,” I panted. “Hard, baby.”
    His eyes widened and his deep exhale came out with a long, delicious groan of pleasure.
    “Oh, shit!” he cried. “Kate! Fuck!”
    He clamped his thumb and forefinger down on one of my nipples again and I lost control, moaning, screaming and pulling his hair. The waves continued and I closed my eyes, letting the deep, blissful sensation consume me for a little longer. Why had I denied us this? It was perfect – the way time stood still and nothing mattered but us.
    When he released my legs, I wrapped them around his waist and his body dropped against mine. We stayed like that for a few seconds until he stood and carried me to the bed, setting me down.
    “Better take those off for the next round,” he said, smirking when he looked between my legs at my shredded leggings and underwear. “That’s fucking hot. See what you do to me?”
    I smiled as I leaned back and worked the ruined garments off my legs. “I love watching you undress,” I said. “Seeing a little bit more of your perfect body with each thing you take off.”
    “There’s not much left, baby,” he said, stepping out of the pants and boxers around his ankles. He climbed in the bottom of the bed and took one of my feet in his hand, bringing his lips to my ankle.
    A soft sigh escaped my lips as he kissed his way up my leg to my thigh, and then repeated the process on the other side. Then he dropped his head between my thighs and gave a low, satisfied groan.
    “I’m taking pictures,” he said, raising his face. “But I’ll get hard just thinking about this, whether I see the pictures or not.”
    He’d noticed the Brazilian wax. I hadn’t gotten one in a while, and he loved looking at me this way. He ran his tongue over the bare skin and a shiver passed through me. When he parted me gently with his fingers, I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes. It was sensitive, but it felt so good that I wanted him to continue more than anything.
    “Pretty and pink,” he said, licking me gently and pushing a fingertip inside. “And all mine.”
    I covered my eyes with my hand as he reached down to his pants on the floor for his phone. This was supposed to be embarrassing, but it kind of … wasn’t. It turned me on to think of him looking at the pictures he was taking when we were miles apart. He snapped a couple and tossed the phone back to the ground.
    His mouth made its way up my body lazily, stopping to lavish attention on most every inch of skin. When he was kissing my neck, I pressed my fingers into his back, my body humming for more than this tease. He’d set me on fire, and now he was slowly stoking the flames.
    Ryke knew my body as well as I knew it myself; sometimes better. He pushed inside me at just the right moment. His hips moved in slow, deep motions that allowed me to lose myself in the fullness of him just before he slid back.
    When he laced his fingers into mine and pressed our hands to the mattress above my head, I moaned and pulled at his lower lip with my teeth. He was controlling every delicious sensation that flooded me, reminding me I was his in every way.
    We both built slowly this time, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room until we both cried out at the very end. He wrapped me in his arms then and gave me a soft, lingering kiss. I knew we’d both be asleep soon, and it would be the deep, peaceful sleep of total contentment.

Chapter 8

     
    I was checking voicemails on my phone, and the last one made me so excited I couldn’t even finish listening to it.
    “Hi, Kate, it’s Christina Harrington from Cradle of Hope. We talked the other day, and I’ve got some encouraging news for you—”
    I hit the button to