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full breasts in his hands. Suzanne had deliciously round and perfect breasts, naturally large enough
that Suz had always joked they were officially hooters. Ryder didn t care what they should be called,
he was just grateful for their soft fullness and for the fact that they were one hundred percent real,
giving Suzanne plenty of sensation in them.
She smacked at his head even as she arched her back, guiding her breasts back to him when he
pulled away.  Too hard.
 No, it s not. You like it hard. Ryder flicked his tongue over the taut bud, giving it a third nip.
 Shit, you re right. Suzanne s fingers clamped onto his hair.  You make me nasty.
That was one of the nicest things she d ever said to him.
Ryder dropped down to his knees and stripped her panties to her knees. Pulling apart her blond
curls he studied her dewy, shiny pink sex, knowing the longer he waited, the more she would squirm.
When her legs shifted restlessly and her fingers tugged relentlessly on his hair, he still paused,
blowing a stream of warm air over her clitoris. Her hips bucked forward in a blatant invitation, but he
resisted the urge to touch her with his tongue, his lips, his fingers, instead just breathing steadily, his
thumbs holding her apart and open, his cock throbbing intensely in his jeans, as he watched the
wetness of her arousal increasing. As it trailed down her thigh, he wanted to reach out and lap it off
her warm flesh, but he resisted.
 Touch me, Suzanne demanded.
 No.
 Well, then I m leaving, she said, voice shaking with irritation and arousal, hands shoving his
head, hips lifting off the wall so she could move past him.
Which was exactly when Ryder used his arm to push her back and his tongue came out and lapped
at her, a long bold stroke. Her body jerked in reaction, but she still tried to escape. Ryder applied
more pressure to her hips with his arm and sucked her clit.
 Shit, stop it, let me go.
He pulled back, but gave a random flick here and there, knowing this conversation wouldn t last
long.  You don t want me to let you go.
 Yes, I do.
 Why? Ryder plunged his tongue up inside her and she dug her nails into his shoulders.
 Because you re an asshole.
He pulled out completely.  So you ve been telling me for years. Speaking of which . . . Ryder slid
a finger through her juicy inner thighs, then kept going down and around and slipped it inside her back
door.
She gave a strangled gasp, her thighs trembling. When he ate at her, licking and sucking and
stroking, his finger moving in tandem, he felt her entire body tensing around him. Fingers squeezed
him, knees bucked against him, cries grew louder and louder, the scent of her sex swelling up around
him.
When he knew she was going to come, he paused, finger inside her, tongue hovering over her
clitoris.  Oh, wait, you want me to let you go, don t you?
 If you let me go, I ll rip your dick off with my bare hands.
That s what he loved about this woman. Balls to the wall, and she still came out swinging.
 That won t be necessary, he told her and finished the job, reveling in the sensation of her coming
over, on, and around him.
Suzanne screamed as her body exploded and contracted, and Ryder was really damn grateful that
she liked getting nasty with him.
CHAPTER NINE
IF Ryder s arm hadn t been holding her up, Suzanne would have dropped to the hardwood floor in a
postorgasmic puddle. She hadn t come that hard since . . . she had been married to Ryder.
Trying to breathe, she leaned against the wall and looked down at him, expecting to find him
grinning in triumph. He wasn t. His expression was all business as he ripped her panties down the
rest of the way and lifted her foot out, one after the other. Then he stood, hands moving up her legs,
her hips, her sides, as he rose, the denim of his jeans and the cotton of his T-shirt erotic brushes
against her bare flesh.
While his fingers unhooked her twisted bra, which had drooped to her stomach, his mouth covered
her breast, like he couldn t control himself. Suzanne understood the feeling. She wanted him inside
her now, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars. Just get her done.
But when he pulled back, she realized that wasn t his plan. He was gathering his control, damn it.
After a deep breath and a hand through his hair, he pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it to the floor.
Then he bent over, hands out, and Suzanne realized what he was about to do.
 Ryder, do not pick me up. She screamed when he did it, a hand sliding under her butt, another
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