Hot Finish by Erin McCarthy Page B

pulling herself slightly back, then driving down onto him, their bodies as close together, him as deep inside her as was possible. Ryder swore, using her hips to brace himself as he took over the rhythm, thrusting up into her, their urgent breathing filling the front seat.
    Ryder watched her, her hair tumbling loose, her eyes glazed before they drifted closed, her cheeks blooming pink from exertion. Frantic bursts of air came out of her mouth, punctuating each push of him up inside her.
    Then she stilled, her eyes flying open, her fingers squeezing into his shoulders. Suzanne’s breathing paused, her inner muscles contracting over him, and Ryder felt his own arousal spike in response. She was so amazing, so sensual, so damn hot, that he heard his own voice get louder as hers disappeared. He was thrusting and moaning and she was absolutely silent as her orgasm burst, her head snapping back, thighs clenching, fingers pinching. Her mouth was open, but Ryder knew her throat was closed off. Suzanne held off her breath when she came hard, and she was doing that right now.
    That sent him over the edge, knowing he had made her come so soon and so hard, and Ryder let go of his own control and joined her. Her eyes had opened and he stared into them, the amber depths darker than normal, a rawness of passion in them that he was sure was reflected in his own as he pulsed inside her.
    At the first feel of his orgasm, she let her breath go in a huge exhalation, and the warm burst of air over his face pleased him, made him want to swallow her whole, be back with this woman in body, mind, soul.
    God, he loved her, but as his orgasm burst before tapering out, he clamped his lips shut so he wouldn’t blurt that sentiment to her. He knew Suzanne. Dusting off the L word now would just send her scrabbling away from him, both literally and figuratively.
    As their bodies quieted down, she collapsed against him, kissing the side of his jaw in a way he found ridiculously sweet before she dropped her head onto his shoulder. “Good Lord. We just went at it like a couple of high school kids,” she murmured into his sweatshirt, but she didn’t sound remorseful.
    Ryder loosened his grip on her hips. He wasn’t sure what to say, not when over-the-top flowery emotions were at risk for leaping off his tongue at any given second. So he just said gruffly, “Sex happens.”
    Suzanne laughed and pulled back to look at him. “It does. But at least we know what we’re doing, unlike teenagers.”
    There was a compliment buried in there, and he was going to take it. Knowing it might send them into dangerous territory, he still said, “It works between us. It always did.”
    She didn’t agree, but she didn’t get defensive either, which he took as a positive step.
    Pushing her hair off her forehead, she wiggled a little, still on him, their bodies warm and moist. “I’m hotter than two rabbits screwing in a wool sock. This vest has to go.”
    Ryder laughed. He loved the way Suzanne used metaphors. He loved her. God, it was so obvious, so right there still in his heart, so like the past two years were a bad dream and they could be together again, as they were meant to be.
    “You are the hottest thing I’ve ever met,” he told her, nuzzling into her neck. “Let me go home with you tonight and we can do this again, in a soft bed with cool sheets.”
    “No gearshift in my thigh? No vest around my ears?” Suzanne clenched her inner muscles onto his cock, making him start to swell again. “That sounds like a plan, my friend.”
    Friend was not the label he was going for.
    Ryder wanted to be Suzanne’s husband again, not just on paper because he was a bonehead and forgot to sign something, but because she wanted to be with him, in his house and in his heart.
    It was crazy. It was dangerous, foolhardy, arrogant, and blind.
    They hadn’t worked for a reason. Probably for more than one reason.
    But Ryder was starting to think that maybe their paperwork not