Life Over Love by Cheryl Seagraves Page A

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    Brianna stirred under his gentle nudging, and she groaned. He snatched back his hand as if he’d been burned. “ Don’t you have a job to be at, officer sexy pants? Geez mon?  He thought, she did a pretty good imitation of the crab from the Little Mermaid.  He sat back against the wall laughing and explained that he’d been on his way home when she’d called him over. There was no way to pretend that he didn’t notice her cleavage beneath the thin t shirt.
    He arched his brow asking “officer sexy p ants?” She didn’t want to eg him on so she sat up. “Well you think, you are!”  He put his arm around her and pulled her close, after what they’d been through that night, he felt as if he’d known her for years.
    Ryker scooted her up to sit on his lap. He kissed her like he’d never kissed any other woman before, feeling as if once he started he never wanted to let her go. Her hands were on his shoulders, sliding up to his neck and his were in her hair. She was so clear headed all of a sudden, where just seconds before she’d been groggy.
    She had the opposite effect on him and he couldn’t complete a full thought. She bit his lower lip in her hurry to taste more, but she still took time learning about him, his hair was soft between her fingers, and his jaw had an exciting way of flexing when he kissed his ear and tasted his neck.
    Her hands had found their way into his shirt . She felt greedy, wanting to know him, touch him, taste him, and see more of him. Ryker was busy learning more about her too, and seeing her reaction to his touch had a powerful effect on his mind, the tables were instantly turned, and he knew by the quickness of her breath and the heaviness of her eyes, that she was going on pure instinct. She felt soft beneath his calloused hands, her breath on his neck and ear was enough drive him over the edge. His brain was no longer dull and slow moving, but sharp and focused.
    Taking advantage of his moment of clarity he lifted her up of the floor and placed her on the bed. He kissed her until he was afraid he really wouldn’t be able to stop short of devouring her. He kissed her mouth, cheeks, ears, and her neck. They were both eager to learn more of the other, tasting, touching, smelling. Ryker was interested in pleasing her, he paid close attention to every response as he sought to know more. He heard her sounds and was careful to remember what made her sigh.
    He kissed her flesh through the soft t shirt material feeling as though if he went any further we would not be able to ever leave the room again, he laid his head on her stomach.
    A few minutes passed and her skin burned under his hands where they had rested on her waist.  The sound of his ragged breathing in her ear and the feel of the blood pulsing in her body, as they touched were all she was aware of.
    He rose above her on the bed tilted her chin with one hand to make her look at him, and held himself up above her with the other. He almost forgot his resolve when she ran her hand through her hair and wrapped her legs around his waist, but he was determined in his effort to slow it down before things went any further.
    Her eyes were darker than before and he had a very hard time remembering what he’d been trying to say. He closed his eyes tight and shook his head before trying to go on “Brianna I want to see you again’’.  Her hand was still tangled in her hair, but she reached up to shush him. Ryker growled an oath, kissed her palm, and rubbed his cheek on her hand, smelling her long soft hair that was still entangled in her fingers.   
    She arched her back in response, and he very nearly lost control then. He was like a blind man who’d suddenly been given the gift of sight, he wanted to see more and remember everything.
    Frustrated by the need to finish what they had started and the conflicting need to do right by her, he pounded his fist on the bed in an attempt to break the spell.  Defensively she recoiled,