gentle. His eyes flicked up to mine, gauging my reaction, and I know he saw in my gaze that I was right there with him. His lips pressed into mine again, and I felt his tongue glide over my bottom lip, and then my top, begging for entrance. My mouth parted, granting him access, and the sensation of his tongue tangling with mine was surreal. He was a great freaking kisser. He was passionate, and kissed exactly how I liked it. Kissing can be a major deal breaker, but Ryker passed the unspoken test.
A rush of arousal burned through me as he gently sucked my tongue into his mouth. When he released me, I felt the slightest nibble on my lower lip before his tongue swept across it, easing the sting, and I couldn’t help the quiet moan that escaped me.
Ryker chuckled quietly against my mouth, obviously pleased with the reaction he got out of me. I pulled my head back slightly and sucked in a quick burst of air, wishing that we’d just forget about the ice cream and go somewhere private where he could ease the ache building between my thighs.
I felt Ryker’s mouth against my ear as he whispered, “Let’s go get that ice cream now.”
I COULDN’T STOP thinking about Ryker’s mouth on mine. The seductive way he kissed me in that ice cream parking lot, had my mind reeling. I’d never once been kissed like that. As ridiculous and unrealistic as it sounded, I felt like our mouths made love last night.
He’d looked so sexy as he’d sat on the wooden bench. His leather jacket was thrown lazily across his bike leaving him in only a fitted, plain grey, V-neck t-shirt with a sprinkling of chest hair peeking out from under his collar. When he’d leaned his back against the table with his elbows propped up, the fabric had tightened across his chest and profiled his pierced nipples. I’d wanted to play with those piercings for hours, sucking and licking the barbells and tasting his pebbled nipples as if they were my own personal Ryker flavored dessert. My gaze had studied his inked skin, and I’d appreciated the unique designs and blends of color that I saw. His bronze skin had screamed out to me, begging me to worship the artwork covering it.
I’d wanted the chance to memorize each and every tattoo that graced his body with my tongue, and outline every glorious line and curve. His lean yet bulging biceps had been on display, flexing each time he brought the ice cream cone to his mouth.
I’d been mesmerized as he’d licked the creamy goodness with long, slow strokes. His eyes had been trained on me the entire time as we ate in silence, and the sight of his tongue lapping up the escaped ice cream drips on his cone had made me wet. Ryker Rosse had somehow turned a simple outing for ice cream into a very sexual experience. I’d sat with my legs crossed as I’d enjoyed my own treat, trying to keep my throbbing, slick sex under control.
That devilish gleam in his eyes all night meant he had known what he was doing to me.
And he’d enjoyed it.
This morning, my mind was still replaying last night over and over in my head. I needed to spend the day relaxing, and not pining over Ryker, so I decided to come back to the beach—the same beach where I was reunited with Ryker. I came by myself, hoping to clear my mind with the calming effects the ocean always brought me. Luckily for me, a train stop was added right in front of the beach, so I didn’t have to worry about how I was going to get here since I didn’t drive anymore.
Growing up, I used to come to this beach with my family. We would make the drive out here and spend the day basking in the sun, and eat seafood for dinner. We would always grab some dinner at The Lobster Shack a short walk away and bring it back to eat on the sand. Even today, I’d had to stop by and get myself a lobster roll— delicious.
Now, I was sitting on my beach towel with my toes in the sand, reading another romance novel. I liked how the characters always found their happily ever after, even if
A rush of arousal burned through me as he gently sucked my tongue into his mouth. When he released me, I felt the slightest nibble on my lower lip before his tongue swept across it, easing the sting, and I couldn’t help the quiet moan that escaped me.
Ryker chuckled quietly against my mouth, obviously pleased with the reaction he got out of me. I pulled my head back slightly and sucked in a quick burst of air, wishing that we’d just forget about the ice cream and go somewhere private where he could ease the ache building between my thighs.
I felt Ryker’s mouth against my ear as he whispered, “Let’s go get that ice cream now.”
I COULDN’T STOP thinking about Ryker’s mouth on mine. The seductive way he kissed me in that ice cream parking lot, had my mind reeling. I’d never once been kissed like that. As ridiculous and unrealistic as it sounded, I felt like our mouths made love last night.
He’d looked so sexy as he’d sat on the wooden bench. His leather jacket was thrown lazily across his bike leaving him in only a fitted, plain grey, V-neck t-shirt with a sprinkling of chest hair peeking out from under his collar. When he’d leaned his back against the table with his elbows propped up, the fabric had tightened across his chest and profiled his pierced nipples. I’d wanted to play with those piercings for hours, sucking and licking the barbells and tasting his pebbled nipples as if they were my own personal Ryker flavored dessert. My gaze had studied his inked skin, and I’d appreciated the unique designs and blends of color that I saw. His bronze skin had screamed out to me, begging me to worship the artwork covering it.
I’d wanted the chance to memorize each and every tattoo that graced his body with my tongue, and outline every glorious line and curve. His lean yet bulging biceps had been on display, flexing each time he brought the ice cream cone to his mouth.
I’d been mesmerized as he’d licked the creamy goodness with long, slow strokes. His eyes had been trained on me the entire time as we ate in silence, and the sight of his tongue lapping up the escaped ice cream drips on his cone had made me wet. Ryker Rosse had somehow turned a simple outing for ice cream into a very sexual experience. I’d sat with my legs crossed as I’d enjoyed my own treat, trying to keep my throbbing, slick sex under control.
That devilish gleam in his eyes all night meant he had known what he was doing to me.
And he’d enjoyed it.
This morning, my mind was still replaying last night over and over in my head. I needed to spend the day relaxing, and not pining over Ryker, so I decided to come back to the beach—the same beach where I was reunited with Ryker. I came by myself, hoping to clear my mind with the calming effects the ocean always brought me. Luckily for me, a train stop was added right in front of the beach, so I didn’t have to worry about how I was going to get here since I didn’t drive anymore.
Growing up, I used to come to this beach with my family. We would make the drive out here and spend the day basking in the sun, and eat seafood for dinner. We would always grab some dinner at The Lobster Shack a short walk away and bring it back to eat on the sand. Even today, I’d had to stop by and get myself a lobster roll— delicious.
Now, I was sitting on my beach towel with my toes in the sand, reading another romance novel. I liked how the characters always found their happily ever after, even if
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