All Of You (Only You) (7 page)

Her body clamped around Ryan's invading fingers, thrashed against his flicking tongue. For one second she was rigid, and then everything melted. Her arms gave out, and she collapsed. Ryan caught her, pulled her onto his lap as she rode out the waves of her release. His hard cock pressed into her, and Claire's body reacted. In the middle of coming down, she turned around and raced straight back up to the peak again.

"Inside," she panted. "I need you inside me."

He stood, taking her with him as though she weighed nothing. With a sweep of his arm he cleared the table in front of them and laid her on it, rolling her gently over so the cold glass surface stung her hot stomach and sent shivers down to her toes. She heard the hiss of a zipper, the rustle of cloth, and then the tearing of foil. His hands splayed on her ass, pushed the globes apart, and then his cock was there, probing at her slit, searching for entrance.

She felt the plump head at her opening a second before he thrust forward, driving himself to the hilt in one hard shove. He curled around her, but on a curse he pulled away. Buttons popped. Glancing over her shoulder, Claire saw he'd torn his shirt in his haste to remove it. With his upper body now bare, he leaned forward to bring their bodies in contact once again. His sweat-slicked skin touched her back, and she sighed in relief and frustration. She wanted him to move, but he held her still.

"No." He bit down on the slope of her neck. "Move and it'll be over before it starts."

Claire bucked her pelvis, tried to force him to give her what she wanted, what she needed.

"Damn." He withdrew, slammed forward. "I'm gonna fuck you until you scream, and because you're so naughty I'm gonna have to do it again when I'm done."

His words filled her ears, the dirty talk taking her closer to another orgasm. She arched her back, met him thrust for thrust. He powered into her, drove them both with lightning speed to the top and over. Claire screamed his name, the sound echoing in the still evening air. He growled behind her. Lifting himself up, he grabbed her hips in his hands and held her still. With savage force, he pounded into her, riding her hard as he plunged in and out of her convulsing channel.

Too spent to do more than lie there, Claire accepted all he gave her. He jerked, his movements erratic, and then he stilled, buried deep he came with a shout. Warmth pooled inside her, trapped in the condom he wore, but she felt it regardless. The thin barrier was no match for the heat he poured into her. The desire to have nothing between them overtook her. She'd never had unprotected sex, but she wanted to feel Ryan inside her, feel his seed fill her core. The thought scared and thrilled her in equal measure.

Claire couldn't say when or how but Ryan had seeped beneath the walls she'd tried to place between them. Walls designed to protect her from him, only they hadn't worked against the one thing she feared would be her downfall. Her heart.

*****

Ryan pulled from Claire's body, her muscles gripping his length as he retreated. His legs shook, barely holding him up, but he had to get them inside before he could collapse. She lay sprawled on the table in front of him and all he wanted to do was fuck her again. He even thought he'd be up for it if they were horizontal. He needed to get them inside to bed. His bed.

He couldn't wait to have her in his bed, between his sheets. His cock stirred, and he reached down to remove the used condom. Using a serviette that had fallen from the table, he wrapped the latex and tossed it beside the strewn plates. They'd clear up later. With ease he scooped a boneless Claire into his arms and walked to the sliding door. It was open in an attempt to catch a cool summer breeze, but it worked for him now, with his hands full he wouldn't need to worry about juggling her to get inside.

He strode through the combined lounge-dining room and to the stairs. Being careful not to bump her head on the wall, Ryan made his way up to his room. A last minute thought had him detour to the bathroom. He let her slide down his body until her feet touched the bathmat, the sensual caress had his cock hardening, but he ignored it. Reaching around her, he flicked on the water and waited for the hot to come through. As the steam rose, he lifted her again and walked into his shower.

Warm water soothed his muscles, still tense with arousal. Ryan picked up the soap and began to wash Claire. From neck to toes, he ran sudsy hands over ever curve, down every dip. He paid special attention to sensitive folds and mounds. Moans of pleasure slipped from her lips, and he couldn't resist tasting them. With his hand buried between her legs, he kissed her, devoured the flavor of her desire as he brought her arousal back up with ease.

"How do you do that?" she moaned.

"What?"

"Turn me on again after wringing me dry."

He smiled. "Don't know. Don't care. But I love it that I can."

Ryan kissed her before turning her beneath the spray to rinse away the suds. He made quick work of washing himself and then helped her out. With the water off and a towel wrapped around his waist, he concentrated on drying Claire. Satisfied, he hung up their towels and nudged her out of the room and over to his bed. The covers were already pulled back, he'd seen to that earlier when making the bed with clean sheets.

She crawled onto the bed, and Ryan stared at her. The sight of that delectable ass had all the blood leaving his brain and rushing into his cock. Crawling up behind her, he caged her between his body and the bed, his erection finding a snug home in the valley between her cheeks.

"I love your ass, Claire. It's the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen. I can't wait to fuck it." He rocked his hips, his length sliding in the sweet crease he wanted to discover so badly he shook with need. "I don't know what it is about you, Claire, but I want to have you every way I can. I want it all, Claire."

Her gasp and mumbled words shocked him. "I've never . . ."

"Never?" He ground himself harder into her soft flesh. "Never let a man fuck you here?"

"No." She wiggled against him.

Possessive need to be her first—her only—stabbed him.

"Will you let me?"

"I
…I'm not sure."

"We'll go slowly. Work you up to it.
I won't hurt you, Claire. I'd
never
hurt you."

She was tense beneath him, and Ryan held his breath until she relaxed and answered.

"Okay."

He kissed her shoulder, nibbled up her neck to her ear. "You won't be sorry. I'll make it so good for you."

She moaned as he sucked on her earlobe, and though Ryan's cock pulsed with the need to fuck her ass now, he wouldn't. He'd promised to make it good, and he would. There'd be no fear, just pure pleasure when she finally gave him all of her.

Chapter
Four

Claire stared out her twenty-second floor office window at the clear blue sky. She didn't need to go outside to know it was another ridiculously hot summer day. Aussie summers were always hot, but the last few days had seen a heat wave in record breaking temperatures get a grip on Sydney and squeeze it dry. Everything wilted under the extreme weather. Even the buildings seem to sag before her eyes. Of course that could just be her exhaustion.

For weeks she'd been having the best sex of her life. Ryan had proven to be an insatiable lover, and if she were honest she'd have to admit to feeling the same where the young stud was concerned. She couldn't get enough of him. His touch. His smell. His body. His cock. Claire licked her dry lips. Her pussy fluttered with the memory of having Ryan's thick shaft buried inside her.

A groan slipped from her throat. Claire shut her eyes and thumped her head back against her chair. They hadn't spent one night apart in all those days. Not that all they did was have sex. No, they cooked dinner and talked. She was surprised to find they had a lot in common. If he were older she'd grab hold of him and never let him go. But that was the crux of her problem. He was so young, had his whole life ahead of him, and she was selfishly keeping him hidden away.

She hadn't pushed to spend time with him, though. More often than not he was waiting for her when she got home. The man cooked like a five star chef. If she wasn't captivated by his body and mind, she'd be equally ensnared by the delicious meals he made. Her taste buds tingled and her mouth watered just thinking about the decadent delights Ryan placed in front of her every night.

He'd fit into her life with ease. They usually ate at his place before either staying there the night or heading over to her place if she needed to do something at home, like their washing. Ryan still hadn't fixed his machine, but then his clothes had somehow found their way into her hamper and vice versa, and it seemed silly to separate them. In a short time she found more than their clothes inseparable. She found herself thinking of him when something good at work happened. A couple of times she'd even picked up the phone to ring him.

She was in trouble. Big trouble.

The man of her dreams had fallen into her lap, and she couldn't keep him. As much as she hated to do it, Claire needed to end their relationship now, before she got in any deeper. She was already in enough to know it would hurt to let him go, and it wasn't just the loss of sex that would cut. Ryan was a great guy to hang out with. But he shouldn't be wasting his time with her. He should be out having fun, enjoying his younger years while waiting for the woman of his dreams to show up.

Who was she trying to kid? She wanted out on her terms. He'd get sick of her sooner or later when something better and younger came along, and she'd rather not face that kind of rejection. No, best thing to do was take charge and break things off before he did.

The phone behind her rang, and she swiveled her chair to reach for the receiver. She curled her fingers around the black plastic and brought it to her ear.

"Hello. Claire Jones."

"Hey, gorgeous, got time to have lunch with me?" The sound of Ryan's voice sent shivers down her spine.

"When? Now?" Claire glanced at the clock on her office wall. One fifteen.

"Yep, now." There was some static on the line. "I'm in the lift, I might—" more static crackled in her ear and the line went dead.

She pulled the phone away from her head and stared at it, the incessant beep of the disconnected signal still loud enough to hear. Claire laughed and shook her head. As if looking at the stupid thing would tell her what had happened. Placing it back on the cradle, she turned her chair to face her desk and willed the damn thing to ring again.

The hum of the office air conditioner was the only noise and each vibration grated on Claire's nerves as she waited for Ryan to call back. Minutes ticked by, and the offending piece of technology refused to function. Sighing, she reached out, ready to punch in the number she knew by heart. Her fingers were millimeters from making contact when the red light flashed, and the screechy tone that signaled the receptionist in the front office was buzzing her sent Claire jumping out of her skin.

Heart pounding, Claire snatched up the phone.

"What?"

"Um
…Ms. Jones, there's a Ryan Doherty here to see you."

Surprise filled her chest and butterflies burst free in her stomach. He was here.

"Send him in, Adele." Claire rose from her chair and dropped the receiver back in place as she rounded her desk.

Halfway to her door she could hear Adele's breathless voice coming down the hall.

"It's just down here, Mr. Doherty. Can I get you a coffee or something?"

Claire rolled her eyes at the sickly sweet voice Adele used with anyone who came into the office. The added breathy tone just made Claire quicken her steps. She reached the door as Adele did. Stupid woman stood blocking the opening and staring up at Ryan.

"Thank you, Adele." Irritation laced Claire's words.

"Oh but, Mr. Doherty still hasn't—"

"He won't be staying long enough for coffee." Claire actually had to nudge the younger woman out of the doorway for Ryan to pass. "Come in, Ryan."

As he stepped past the receptionist and over the threshold, Claire watched Adele's eyes drop to check out his butt. The pang in her stomach felt suspiciously like jealousy, and she had to remind herself she had no real claim on him and certainly couldn't stop other woman from perving on him even if she did.

Claire forced a smile to her lips. "That will be all, Adele." She shut the door in the other woman's face.

The door had barely clicked into place when Claire found herself spun around and pushed against the cool surface, Ryan's mouth devouring hers. Trapped between hard timber and hard muscle, she melted into the devastating kiss. His tongue thrust forward, separating her lips and diving deep to brush hers. He moaned as he swept inside, teased her senses until she gave him all he demanded.

Dizzy with want, Claire gripped his biceps to remain upright. Corded sinew bunched beneath her fingers and then rippled as a shudder shook Ryan's body. She trailed her hands up over his wide shoulders and along his neck, linked her fingers behind his head, and pulled him closer. Molded together, she could feel every inch of his arousal as he ground his cock against her stomach. His tongue left her mouth and toyed with her lips before he nibbled his way down her chin.

Warm breath fanned over her neck and sent tingles of heat in every direction. Claire tilted her head to give him better access to the sensitive spot below her ear. She shivered as he kissed, licked, and sucked her flesh. He scraped his teeth over her skin, pulled her earlobe into his mouth, and bit hard enough to give a sting of pain. Air whistled through her lips, and her body bucked, the electric jolt of pleasure surging straight to her clit.

"You like, Claire?" He tugged her lobe with his teeth, flicked it with his tongue. "You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?"

She couldn't answer.

His tongue traced the curve of her ear, probed inside, and warmth flooded her. Blood, high with need, pumped in her veins, filled her breasts and pussy. Moisture coated her panties, slicked swollen folds. Claire's back arched, her pelvis rocked, and her sex throbbed. She moaned and pulled him closer, seeking relief from the fire burning inside.

"God, I get near you and I have to touch." Ryan's hands pushed between them, cupped her aching breasts, and squeezed them. "I touch you and you burn me alive."

His fingers plucked at her nipples. Already hard, they puckered impossibly tight at the delicate caress. Claire struggled to draw breath, her lungs fighting to keep up with her pounding heart.

"You're so responsive to my touch it drives me wild. So wild I want to throw you over your desk and take you." Ryan's mouth found hers again, his tongue thrusting inside her like his cock would if he followed through on his words. "Do you want that, Claire? Want me to bend you over your desk and fuck you from behind?"

She shuddered, her pussy clenched as though he'd just driven into her.

"I love the way you tremble when I talk dirty." He continued to play his mouth over hers, his tongue stroking, coaxing hers into a lush kiss that scrambled her brain.

For long minutes he kissed her. Folded into his embrace, Claire held on for the ride. He tore his mouth from hers and dropped his head to her chest. At some point he'd undone her blouse and exposed her lace-covered breasts. Ryan curled his fingers around the edge of one cup and pulled down, using the other hand to lift the heavy globe over the material. Quickly doing the same for its twin, he had her size D's presented for his enjoyment. And enjoy he did.

First he buried his face in her cleavage. Licking and kissing to one tight peak while he strummed the other with his fingers. He sucked the bud to the roof of his mouth. Opening his mouth wide, he pulled in as much of her flesh as he could and suckled. Claire's body bowed, and she bit her lip to stifle the cry of pleasure crawling up her throat. He abandoned her breasts and slipped his fingers into her hair to hold her still while he took her mouth in another mind-numbing kiss.

Ryan gentled the kiss before breaking contact and resting his forehead on hers. He breathed hard, the raspy breaths matching her choppy gasps for air.

"God, you make me forget everything when I touch you."

Claire knew exactly how he felt. Her mind went on vacation whenever he got within a few feet. No, that was a lie. She just had to think about him for all else to fade into the background.

"This isn't what I planned."

Both of them continued to struggle for breath.

"But I'll be damned if it isn't exactly what I needed. I've missed your skin under my hands."

Claire laughed. "You saw me about six hours ago."

"Yeah, way too long to be without you." Ryan grinned at her. "That's why I'm here to take you to lunch, not eat you for lunch. Although, when I think about that
…"

She put her hands on his chest to push him back, but her fingers had other ideas. They curled into his shirt and pulled him closer. Her sensitive breasts crushed against the hard muscle beneath his top. Twin moans left their mouths.

"Jesus, Claire. Keep that up and we won't leave this office until I've fucked you senseless," he growled.

The idea of having sex in her office had never crossed her mind before now. If someone had told her she'd not only be thinking about it but trying to come up with a way to do it and not get caught, she'd have laughed in their face. But right now that was exactly what was going through her mind. Claire shivered.

"Damn." Ryan tipped her chin up so her eyes met his. "You want me to fuck you in your office?"

She didn't need to answer, her pulse rate increased and her nipples hardened further as she imagined the two of them going at it on her desk.

"Shit." He thrust his hips forward. His hard cock pressed against her stomach. "We'll have to work on that but not now. I came to feed you food for lunch not cock."

He pulled away, and Claire sighed in regret. With a gentle touch, he righted her bra, slipping her breasts into the cups with care. He plumped them until he was satisfied with their position, sending darts of pleasure into her stomach to churn in her lower belly. Her clit throbbed. More disappointment filled her as he began to button her blouse, his dexterous fingers making quick work of the job.

Ryan took a step back after brushing the front of her blouse straight. He picked up a backpack she hadn't noticed him carrying when he arrived.

"What's that?" Her words still held a breathless quality. Her body not back to normal after their little make-out session. Not that her senses ever behaved normally around him.

"Lunch." The smile of satisfaction on his face made her lips curl in an answering smile.

"Lunch? You brought lunch?"

"Yes. I told you I wanted to take you to lunch."

"But I thought you meant we'd go somewhere for lunch."

"We are going somewhere for lunch." The secret smile curving Ryan's mouth made Claire's tummy flip and her pussy clench.

Her heart rate still hadn't slowed, and the rise and fall of her chest spoke of how aroused she was. Claire felt hot and fidgety, ready to jump back into the passion of moments ago. Drawing a deep breath only served to fill her lungs with the scent of Ryan and their mutual arousal, sparking further need to touch—be touched.

"Damn, you look sexy as hell, but I think you might want to straighten up a bit before we leave your office." Ryan's eyes glittered with suppressed lust, and his sensuous lips twitched with a cheeky grin that had her insides turning again.

She should be horrified at the thought of looking disheveled at work, but she just couldn't drum up the energy for it. The idea of getting hot and heavy in her office with the hunk before her was far too thrilling to forget or regret. With a sigh, Claire pushed off the door and walked to her desk on wobbly legs. The solid timber furniture inspired images of the two of them draped over it as Ryan fucked her from behind. Swallowing over her dry throat, she reached down to retrieve her purse from the bottom drawer.