Master Class by Cassandra Carr

you.”
    With that warning he crushed his lips to hers, and a long, low moan worked its way free from the depths of her belly. Ryan used the door behind her to perfect advantage, wedging her between it and the hard planes of his body. As he moved her head to his liking, one of his strong thighs pushed between her legs and kept going until she was practically riding him. Another sound escaped, more like a tortured groan. He was still completely in control, but here, on her doorstep, just kissing her, it felt entirely different. No less intoxicating, though, and her head spun.
    He broke the kiss, and they both panted, her lungs screaming for desperately needed oxygen. Ryan came back for one more quick, hard kiss and then moved away. Lisette felt bereft without the benefit of his touch.
    “If I don’t leave now, I fear I’ll fuck you right against this door. I love watching you come.” Ryan blew out an audible breath and ran a hand through his hair. He took a step closer until they were almost touching again. “I really do need to go.”
    “I understand.”
    “Unlock your door, Lisette. Now, unless you want to be taken right where you stand. I’ll do it without a second thought; I’m that close.”
    Shivering and knowing it didn’t have a damn thing to do with the dropping temperatures, she hurried to do as he commanded.
    “There.”
    “Inside. Fuckkkk, go inside.”
    Once they had a pane of glass between them, he gripped the doorjamb with both hands, still breathing hard and obviously struggling with his control.
    “Go, Ryan. I’ll see you Friday. Happy Thanksgiving.”
    Ryan looked at her like she was a lifeline, and her heart soared.
    “You too.”
    With a heavy push away from the door, he turned and made his way back to his car. When he’d gone, she closed and locked the door and touched her finger to her lips, swollen from his passionate kisses. She’d known Ryan all of about three weeks, and she was falling hard for him, already imagining how he’d fit in with her crazy family on Thanksgiving and regretting that they were spending the holiday apart.
    Shit.
    * * * *
    As she stepped into the crowded club on Black Friday night, a shiver ran up and down her arms. Lisette had never looked forward to a scene more than she did tonight. Ever. Between that and the warm fuzzies from dinner a couple of days ago, Lisette very much feared for her heart. Would Ryan return her feelings? Could he? Did he want to?
    She found Callie in the women’s changing room, and the other woman told her the guys were already upstairs. They hurried up to the second floor where rooms could be rented by the hour or the evening, and Callie opened the door to room six. Lisette let out a little relieved breath when she realized it wasn’t a room she and Master Taz had ever played in. For the most part, she’d been able to push back the bad memories in the public play area because there was so much going on around her and because Ryan commanded her attention, but in a good way.
    Both women knelt as the men approached. Ryan fastened her collar and then handed her a squeeze bottle after giving her a hard kiss, his tongue stealing into her mouth for the briefest of seconds. When her gaze flew to his after she looked at the bottle, her confusion no doubt written all over her face, he barked out a laugh.
    “Olive oil. Apparently it’s a lot easier to get the wax off with it on your skin.”
    “Oh. I’d never heard of that.”
    “Sub, are you saying there’s something I might know more about than you?”
    Lisette resisted the urge to roll her eyes, not sure how much Jack was paying attention to the two of them. He appeared to be deep in conversation with Callie, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t notice her bratting to Ryan, and he didn’t seem the playful type. She didn’t want to embarrass Ryan or make Jack think he couldn’t handle her. Oh, could he ever handle her…
    Callie motioned her into the en suite bathroom, where they