Crash into Me

She came back to earth slowly, shocked at the heights she’d scaled. Uncertain about the amount and degree of pleasure Ryder had shown her. She wasn’t a virgin, had slept with a couple men in committed relationships before. But nothing they’d shown her, nothing she’d ever experienced, could have prepared her for these moments with Ryder. No wonder the groupies always seemed so desperate to find their way into his bed.

The thought chilled her, had her withdrawing into herself. But Ryder wasn’t putting up with that. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him as he kissed his way across her bare stomach.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he told her.

She stirred against him, unsure of what to say, what to do on the heels of what was supposed to be her first casual sexual encounter ever. Too bad that it felt anything but.

He stopped kissing her abruptly, tilted his head up until those gorgeous onyx eyes of his blazed into her own. “Jamison?” he asked, his voice still husky with desire. “Are you okay?”

And just that easily, she relaxed. Hearing him say her name, knowing she was more to him than some nameless, faceless body soothed her as nothing else could have.

“More than okay,” she teased, dancing her fingers over the bare skin of his chest to play with his nipple ring. She wanted to touch him, to explore every inch of his sexy, gorgeous body before he walked away. Before the chance was lost to her forever. “When do I get to touch?” she asked.

“After I’ve gotten my fill.” His fingers went to the waistband of her shorts, started to unbutton them.

“You haven’t yet?” she asked as he shimmied her shorts over her h*ps and let them fall to the ground. Then she lost the ability to talk as he kissed his way over her abdomen to the top of her lacy bikini panties.

“Not even close.” He ran a finger under the lace, teased the curls at the apex of her thighs. “Open your legs.”

She obeyed instantly, the commanding note in his voice sending shivers down her spine. Still, much as she wanted him inside her, she wanted something else more. “I want to touch you, feel you—”

“Oh, you will baby. You will.” He slid his hand lower, stroked his way over and down her sex.

She trembled, her body teetering on the edge of a second orgasm from no more than that simple touch. “Ryder,” she said, his name an agony of need welling up inside her.

He laughed, a soft, gentle expulsion of air that had her sex clenching and heat sweeping across her belly.

Just that easily, she shattered. Driven beyond thinking, beyond rationality, she clutched at his shoulders. Then turned her head and sunk her teeth into the only part of him she could reach—the bicep of the arm that was holding her pinned against the trailer.

Chapter Fifteen

He froze at the feel of her teeth sinking into his flesh. For one second, two, he was motionless, held in place by a desire so fierce it bordered on obsession. Then Jamison moaned and the spell was broken. And so was his resolve. He’d wanted to spend the night petting her, touching her, gentling her to orgasm after orgasm—she more than deserved that kind of care from him. But there was no way he was going to last all night, no way he was going to last more than a few more minutes before burying himself inside of her.

Determined to give her all that he could in those minutes—and to make her come at least once more before he slid inside of her—he let go of her wrist and crouched down. Brought both of his hands to rest on her bare thighs. Coaxed her into opening her legs before her innate reticence could kick in.

Trying to move slowly, to give her time to get used to him, he once again slid a finger along the edge of her purple lace panties. He never would have taken her for a lace girl—not cool, practical, reserved Jamison—but here was the proof. The sexy panties cupped her sex like a lover, nestling between the folds of her pu**y as he was so desperate to do.

Leaning forward, this time he trailed his tongue along the edge of the lace, relishing each gasp and shiver his journey elicited. “Do you have more of these, baby?” He pulled at the waistband a little before allowing it to snap back against her bikini line with a satisfying smack.

“Yes.” It was a gasp, and barely a coherent one at that.

“I’m glad.” He smiled then, let her see the wicked promise in his eyes. Then leaned forward and with his teeth, ripped the things to shreds.

She gasped and his grin grew wider even as a powerful surge of need tore through him. This was what he’d been thinking about, dreaming about, for what felt like forever.

Jamison, hot and wet, her skin flushed a sexy pink.

Incoherent with need.

As desperate for him as he was for her.

“Please. Ryder.” She moved her hand to his chest. Played with his nipple ring. Stroked her way down his stomach until she got to the waistband of his jeans. “I want you,” she whispered, bringing her hands back up to his shoulders where she clutched at him, pulled him closer.

“Want isn’t enough,” he told her, determined to push her as close to insanity as he was. “You have to need me the way I need you.”

“I do!” It was nearly a wail, one that turned to a high, keening cry as he nipped at her inner thighs with his teeth. He loved the sounds she made, nipped and licked and kissed at her in an effort to get her to make them again. To make more. He was losing his mind, drowning in the fount of her sensuality and he wanted her to feel the same. Needed her to be as desperate, as crazy, for him as he was for her.

“Let’s see about that,” he told her, his tongue darting out to run the length of her sex in one slow, long sweep. She tasted like peaches and honey and sweet, rich cream. He delved deeper, wanting more of her. Wanting all of her.

“Ryder!” Her scream shattered the silence around them and pushed him up to the edge of the line he’d been riding. “Ryder, please. Fuck me. Please, f**k me.”

He loved the pleading tone in Jamison’s voice, loved more the breathless words spilling out of her throat. But it wasn’t enough, wasn’t near enough. He had a fleeting thought that it never would be, that he would want her like this forever. But then she moaned, clutched at him, and the ability to think deserted him completely. All he could do was feel.

The need that had been building inside him for days exploded, turned white hot and dangerous. His breathing was shallow, his c**k threatening to burst with one more touch from her. He pushed the desire down, fought it back. Jamison would come for him again, this time against his mouth. Only then, when she’d lost all control and inhibitions, would he give in to the lust driving him to the brink of madness. Only then would he take her.

Lifting her right leg, he draped it over his shoulder. She inhaled sharply in surprise, tangled her fingers in his hair. He gentled her, angling his shoulders so that he could support her weight. Whispered to her of everything he was going to do to her. Then leaned forward and thrust his tongue as deeply inside of her as he could reach.

She went wild, her body thrashing against him as she arched her h*ps and clutched at him. He held her still, stopped the bucking of her h*ps with a heavy hand on her stomach and continued to take her higher. She was delicious, intoxicating, the sweetest honey he had ever known, and in that moment he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.

It scared him, this need he had for her. Had him pushing her higher, faster, in an effort to quiet the feelings raging inside of him. It almost worked, would have if she hadn’t cried out for him, grounding him in the middle of the maelstrom.

“Ryder!” It was a plea, a demand, a cry for surcease, but he couldn’t stop. He had to have her, had to taste every drop of her sweetness, had to take every shudder and cry she could give him. Stroking deep, he concentrated on finding her every sensitive spot and worked to take her higher than anyone ever had before.

When she was just about there, when she was sobbing and pleading and he sensed she couldn’t take any more, he pulled his tongue out of her luscious warmth. Then, slipping his hands beneath her ass, he lifted her up higher, opened her wider, and wrapped his lips gently around her clit.

Her body arched violently as she came, bucking so wildly that she almost dislodged him. But he held on, used his tongue and teeth and lips to ride her through one cl**ax and into another.

He was a man possessed, utterly enchanted by, completely addicted to the exquisite feeling he got from giving her pleasure. He could stay like this forever, his c**k throbbing, his mouth buried in her incredibly sweet, incredibly responsive sex. Making her come would be his new obsession.

He’d had a lot of women in his life, had used his fame and charm and looks to take whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Had used sex to keep his demons, and his failures, at bay.

But sex with Jamison was different. Because Jamison is different, a primitive voice in the back of his head warned even as it urged him on. Thrusting his tongue inside of her, he sent her over the edge to one final cl**ax before skimming his mouth across the curve of her hip to the flat plane of her stomach. Unable to resist, he sucked on the soft flesh of her waist until he marked her, relished the high-pitched cry she didn’t even try to hold back. Then he soothed the small hurt with his tongue and lips before pulling back.

“What—” she asked, dazed. Confused. She was trembling, but he knew it was from pleasure instead of cold. Her skin was nearly feverish.

As was he. His balls were on fire, his c**k burning with the need to bury itself in the wet, silky heat of her. Lowering her to the ground, he turned her so that she was facing the trailer. Part of him wanted to see her face when they made love, to see her eyes go all cloudy and unfocused. But he didn’t make love that way. He never had. It was too personal, made him feel too vulnerable. And while he wanted to know everything about Jamison, wanted to get as personal with her as he possibly could, he was afraid to let her see what was inside him. Afraid she wouldn’t let him touch her if she knew just how f**ked up he was.

“Ryder!” Her high keening cry dragged him out of his head and back to the present, where he so obviously wanted to be.

Determined to get inside her—to stay inside her-- he pressed on her upper back so that she was leaning forward, her ass thrusting back for him. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out the obligatory condom. Unbuttoned his pants, rolled it on. And then, intertwining his fingers with hers, he thrust into her from behind.

She cried out, arched wildly, tugged as if to free her hands from his grip. But he held on, covering her with his body. He couldn’t let go now if she begged. The moment he’d slid into her, the music had started in his head. A sweeping, electric number that lit him up even as Jamison destroyed him with pleasure.

He was rough, rougher than he’d intended, but he’d lost control. Any gentleness he’d had in him had been used up in the long, sexy moments of going down on her. But even as the music swamped him, he made sure that every cry he pulled from her was of pleasure, made sure that every slam of his body into hers took her one step higher.

He wrapped an arm around her to make sure she was protected from the cool metal of the trailer, and then he rode her hard and fast. Each thrust was a frenzy of raging need, each stroke a declaration of control and ownership and vicious, violent need.

And Jamison was taking it. No, she was begging for more, her muscles clenching tightly around him. He reached down, pulled her legs further apart. He needed to go deeper, needed to drive his c**k so hard and deep inside of her that he’d never forget the feel of her. Never forget the music pouring through him.

Sobbing, Jamison dug her fingernails into his hands, hanging on for dear life as his thrusts moved her onto her tip-toes. “Do it!” she gasped, her body shaking uncontrollably as her sex clenched tightly around his dick. “Please. You have to.”

The music got louder. His body screamed for relief. But he refused to give in—not now, not when she was so close to coming again. He was desperate to feel her orgasm, to feel her body as it spasmed wildly around him.