mouth with his finger. Katie parted her lips and froze. Did that count as moving? Maybe he hadn’t noticed. Please don’t let him have noticed!
“I feel you trembling,” he said with a knowing smile. “I don’t think you will hold out.”
“I will,” she promised.
He continued to circle his finger around her mouth. Her lips tingled and they felt fuller. Was it her imagination or were the circles he drew getting smaller?
Ryder’s finger was now on her plush bottom lip. She wanted to pucker her mouth. Okay, that wasn’t true. She really wanted to flick her tongue out and lick him before curling her tongue around his finger and drawing him into her mouth.
But that might be considered moving.
Ryder watched her mouth with unnerving intensity. She wondered if he would notice if she moved another part of her body, but she wasn’t going to take the chance. He dragged his finger along her red lips, smearing the lipstick. Still she didn’t move.
He dipped the tip of his finger into her mouth. Katie tried to control the tremor in her jaw. She wanted to give him a little nip. Catch him with the edge of her tooth. She longed to swirl her tongue around his finger and mimic what she could do with his cock.
And while her imagination ran wild, mostly with the idea of slurping his finger, she remained perfectly still. She wasn’t sure if she could keep it up much longer, when her body longed to pounce. Her hand pressed hard against the table and she sat ramrod straight. She was not going to mess this up.
Ryder withdrew his finger and Katie tried not to follow. She bet Ryder had expected her to crack by now. He didn’t get how much she wanted this. How much she wanted him .
Ryder covered her hands with his. Katie almost flinched from the unexpected touch, but caught herself just in time. She liked the feel of his warm, big hands. She felt small and delicate, but protected.
Ryder leaned closer until his mouth hovered above hers. He was going to kiss her—and she wasn’t allowed to kiss back! That was incredibly unfair.
His mouth was so close to hers. She felt his warm breath on her lips. He didn’t move any farther. She wanted to scream. This was the kiss she had been waiting for. The one he instigated. The one that was supposed to devour her, take her breath away and leave her swollen and limp, but begging for more.
He still didn’t move. She got the feeling he was fighting with himself. That he wanted to take the last step. That he only needed a little more encouragement.
His lips were right there, waiting. She could claim them now. This might be her last chance. . . .
Ryder lifted his hand and brushed his fingertips along her throat. She remained still as he softly rubbed his thumb against the fluttering pulse at the base of her throat. He said nothing but she saw the primal satisfaction in his eyes. She didn’t care what he claimed; he liked having this sexual power over her. He wanted to explore it as much as she did.
His hand glided down the slope of her breast, as if he couldn’t help himself. Katie’s breath hitched in her throat. Her skin tingled at the intimate touch, her nipples tightening with anticipation.
Katie felt like her entire body was wound tight, ready to spring wildly at the most gentle touch. Ryder lightly caressed the curve of her breast, the slick, clingy material of her vest the only barrier between them. Her soft, choppy panting echoed in her head while he drew lazy circles around the tip of her breast. A tremor swept through her as the circles grew tighter and closer. Her nipples were puckered and stinging for his touch. He was almost there . . . almost. . . .
Ryder pulled back abruptly. He rubbed his hands over his face, breaking the spell that bound them. Grabbing his coat from the back of the chair, he walked to the door.
“Are we done?” she asked without moving her lips.
“Yes,” he replied
“I feel you trembling,” he said with a knowing smile. “I don’t think you will hold out.”
“I will,” she promised.
He continued to circle his finger around her mouth. Her lips tingled and they felt fuller. Was it her imagination or were the circles he drew getting smaller?
Ryder’s finger was now on her plush bottom lip. She wanted to pucker her mouth. Okay, that wasn’t true. She really wanted to flick her tongue out and lick him before curling her tongue around his finger and drawing him into her mouth.
But that might be considered moving.
Ryder watched her mouth with unnerving intensity. She wondered if he would notice if she moved another part of her body, but she wasn’t going to take the chance. He dragged his finger along her red lips, smearing the lipstick. Still she didn’t move.
He dipped the tip of his finger into her mouth. Katie tried to control the tremor in her jaw. She wanted to give him a little nip. Catch him with the edge of her tooth. She longed to swirl her tongue around his finger and mimic what she could do with his cock.
And while her imagination ran wild, mostly with the idea of slurping his finger, she remained perfectly still. She wasn’t sure if she could keep it up much longer, when her body longed to pounce. Her hand pressed hard against the table and she sat ramrod straight. She was not going to mess this up.
Ryder withdrew his finger and Katie tried not to follow. She bet Ryder had expected her to crack by now. He didn’t get how much she wanted this. How much she wanted him .
Ryder covered her hands with his. Katie almost flinched from the unexpected touch, but caught herself just in time. She liked the feel of his warm, big hands. She felt small and delicate, but protected.
Ryder leaned closer until his mouth hovered above hers. He was going to kiss her—and she wasn’t allowed to kiss back! That was incredibly unfair.
His mouth was so close to hers. She felt his warm breath on her lips. He didn’t move any farther. She wanted to scream. This was the kiss she had been waiting for. The one he instigated. The one that was supposed to devour her, take her breath away and leave her swollen and limp, but begging for more.
He still didn’t move. She got the feeling he was fighting with himself. That he wanted to take the last step. That he only needed a little more encouragement.
His lips were right there, waiting. She could claim them now. This might be her last chance. . . .
Ryder lifted his hand and brushed his fingertips along her throat. She remained still as he softly rubbed his thumb against the fluttering pulse at the base of her throat. He said nothing but she saw the primal satisfaction in his eyes. She didn’t care what he claimed; he liked having this sexual power over her. He wanted to explore it as much as she did.
His hand glided down the slope of her breast, as if he couldn’t help himself. Katie’s breath hitched in her throat. Her skin tingled at the intimate touch, her nipples tightening with anticipation.
Katie felt like her entire body was wound tight, ready to spring wildly at the most gentle touch. Ryder lightly caressed the curve of her breast, the slick, clingy material of her vest the only barrier between them. Her soft, choppy panting echoed in her head while he drew lazy circles around the tip of her breast. A tremor swept through her as the circles grew tighter and closer. Her nipples were puckered and stinging for his touch. He was almost there . . . almost. . . .
Ryder pulled back abruptly. He rubbed his hands over his face, breaking the spell that bound them. Grabbing his coat from the back of the chair, he walked to the door.
“Are we done?” she asked without moving her lips.
“Yes,” he replied
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