Wicked and Dangerous (21 page)

“What the FUCK, Lily?”

She gasped from the sting of pain as he wrenched back, pulling his cock completely
out of her. He shook his head as he looked down, staring at his dick in disbelief,
and Lily prayed the best night of her life wasn’t about to end in disaster.

SIX

WITH HER BREATH HELD TIGHT IN HER LUNGS, LILY WAITED
for the explosion . . . but it never came. Instead, Ryder simply looked up at her
and said, “There’s blood on my dick.” He didn’t sound exactly angry. But he didn’t
sound particularly thrilled with the situation, either.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, aware of the heat rushing beneath her skin, burning in
her face. “I was hoping that wouldn’t happen. I mean, not at my age.”

She could feel his hands shaking as he gripped her thighs, keeping her legs spread
apart. He looked from her face, down to her swollen, tender entrance, then up to her
face again. “What the fuck, Lily? How in God’s name are you still a virgin? You’re
twenty-five years old.” His voice was getting harsher with each word. “What the fuck
is going on?”

Swiping at the stupid tears she could feel leaking from her eyes, she said, “Look,
I know it’s stupid. Just drop it.
Please
.”

Ignoring her plea, he reached out and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“Did something happen? Did someone hurt you?”

She sniffed and gave a pained laugh. Oh, God. Yes, she’d been hurt. But not like he
meant. He’d hurt her when he left. But she couldn’t just blurt that out. Throwing
her heart at this guy would send him running from her bed faster than anything.

“No,” she lied, chewing on her lower lip. “No one hurt me, Scott. I’ve just been waiting
for the right time.”

“And
this
is the right time?” His voice was incredulous, his thick lashes so low she couldn’t
read the look in his eyes.

“Um, well . . . you know how it is. I might not have a lot of time left.”

“Oh, hell.
Don’t!
” he forced out through his gritted teeth, bracing himself on his bent arms as he
came down over her. “Don’t even say that. If you fucked me because you think it’s
your last chance, I’ll—”

“No,” she whispered, reaching up to cup his scarred cheek in her hand. “That’s not
why. I’ve wanted this forever. You
know
that. I know you do. Even if you don’t want to admit it, you knew I wanted you all
those years ago. I always did.”

He groaned, burying his face in the curve of her throat. “Jesus. You make me so fucking
crazy, Lily.”

“Yeah, well. Back atcha.”

He gave a low, raw laugh, then lifted his head and stared deep into her eyes. “I’m
so damn angry at you for not telling me. I could have made it . . . easier.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Yell at me later. Just don’t leave me.
Please
.”

He opened his mouth, but choked off whatever he’d been about to say the instant he
saw the fresh tears in her eyes. “Okay, all right. I’m here,” he rasped, pushing her
hair back from her face, the look in his hot gaze stealing her breath. She’d never
seen a man look at a woman with so much blistering heat and possessiveness. She felt
scorched, the fact that it was Ryder who was looking at her like that making her heart
feel like it was about to burst from excitement.

For so long
. She’d wanted this moment for so damn long, and now she was finally going to have
it.

He leaned down, rubbing his lips against hers, the gentle caress mirroring the careful
way he started nudging his thick shaft back inside her body. She was sore enough that
it burned, but she didn’t care, the emotional depth of the moment battering any discomfort
she might have felt into obscurity. There was only Ryder and the incredible feel of
his heavy penetration as he slowly rocked and nudged and worked his way back in until
she had almost every inch of him packed up deep inside her. All the eager little muscles
in her sex convulsed around him, holding him tighter, and his breath hissed through
his teeth, his body shaking as he struggled to hold still, giving her time to get
used to him.

“You okay?” he asked hoarsely.

“Mmm,” she moaned, spreading her legs a little wider as she arched her back. He must
have liked it because he made a guttural sound in the back of his throat as he started
giving her easy strokes that slowly worked him in and out. But while it was easier
for her, the muscles in his magnificent body were beyond rigid, carved like steel
beneath his hot skin, and she could tell exactly how much it was costing him to keep
his control. He was still being careful not to go too deep. Not to be too rough. And
she wasn’t having it.

“Stop holding back on me,” she panted, gripping the powerful muscles in his back,
their bodies sliding against each other as their skin misted with sweat.

He grunted, burying his face in the curve of her throat again. “You’re so slick and
hot. I’m trying to be careful, but fuck, you don’t make it easy.”

“Me? You’re the one doing everything. I’m just lying here.”

It was a low, pained laugh that vibrated in his chest this time. “Yeah. But you’re
lying beneath me all soft and gorgeous, blowing my damn mind.”

His words only made her more desperate. “I want it harder. I mean it, Scott. Let go.”

“Christ, Lil. You’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” he groaned in her ear, his
voice slurred with pleasure as he began quickening his pace. She moaned, squeezing
her hands between them so that she could feel the rippling of his abs as he fucked
her with that incredible cock, and the cracks in his control started to show. His
strokes became harder, deeper, his hips slamming into hers with each penetrating lunge,
followed by the sexy grind against her clit before he pulled back and did it again . . .
and again. She clutched at him, coming undone, the raw, powerful way he moved driving
her wild.

He lifted his head, a hard glint in his dark eyes as he exhaled a harsh breath. “I’ve
never felt anything this good in my entire life. Nothing that even came close.”

She blinked up at him, knowing that everything she felt had to be showing on her flushed
face, burning in her eyes like a hot, shimmering message. He groaned and held her
head in his hands, then lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, hungrily,
his tongue thrusting and stroking, touching her teeth and the inner surface of her
lips, then tangling with her own. She melted, sighing into the pleasure, seduced by
the tenderness she could taste in his breathtaking kiss. And thrilled by the way it
mixed with the raw lust as he moved one of his hands down to her knee, lifting it
higher, wider, so that he could get even deeper inside her. He fed sexy growls into
her mouth as his rhythm picked up, his thrusts so hard they started to shake the bed . . .
along with the very foundations of her soul.

She was changing, evolving . . . becoming something lush and warm and full of sensation.
She felt transformed, and knew her stupid heart was getting into dangerous territory.
As hard-assed as she’d tried to be about the experience, there was no way for her
to separate the emotion of the act from the physical. She was hyperaware with every
cell of her body that this was
Ryder
between her legs, buried inside her, blowing her mind. The man who owned her without
even knowing it. Who didn’t want her forever. Just for now. For this blinding moment.
She had no guarantee there would even be a second time, and so she surrendered completely,
knowing she needed to glean as much from the experience as she could. Secure the memories
in a box in her mind that she could protect forever . . . or for however long she
had. Memories that no one could ever take away from her. She sobbed at the thought,
clinging to him, kissing him back with everything that she felt and feared and ached
for, and he went wild, his pounding rhythm shoving her into a devastating orgasm that
made her thrash and scream. He swallowed her raw cries with his mouth, drinking them
in, then tossed back his head and gave a guttural roar as his own release slammed
through him, his cock pulsing and jerking, spurting hot bursts of cum inside her.
She kept climaxing, milking his steely shaft with her cushiony inner walls, and they
strained together in that tangled, intimate knot until the violent shudders had eased
into twitches, their lungs no longer heaving for breath.

Lily closed her eyes and held him tighter, knowing this had been right and perfect
and necessary.

And that she’d never be the same again.

•   •   •

RYDER SHOOK HIS
head, trying to make sense of what had just happened. When he’d come, it had been
unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Yeah, he’d been with more than his fair share
of women, and he’d started young. But nothing had ever prepared him for this. For
Lily. She was the blow he couldn’t recover from. One incredible fuck and she’d somehow
taken his memories of other women and burned them to the ground until they were nothing
but scattered pieces of ash floating around in his head. The only thing that was solid
and real and vibrant in the twisted landscape of his reality was the intoxicating
woman trapped beneath him. She was a goddamn live wire of hunger and pleasure and
emotion every fucking time he touched her.

He didn’t know how he hadn’t figured it out immediately last night when he’d had her
against his door. That she was the woman in his arms. He’d never felt the way he did
with her with anyone else in the world. Which just proved that deep down he’d known
it was Lily all along. What a stupid prick, trying to convince himself that he hadn’t.
He could be such a goddamn idiot at times.

Just look at his fuckup tonight. Not realizing she was a virgin. He didn’t even know
how to wrap his mind around the fact that he was the only jackass who’d ever filled
her with his cock. But he liked it. Liked knowing that no one else had ever known
her the way he did. Better not to dwell on it for too long or he might just start
beating his chest like a caveman. But now that his head had cleared he wanted some
answers. And he wanted them now.

He wasn’t as hard as he’d been before he’d blown like a fucking geyser, but he was
still firm. Keeping himself buried inside her, Ryder slid his arms beneath her and
rolled to his back, then settled his hands on her hips, holding her in place. As she
braced her soft palms against his chest and pushed up a little, her silky hair a wild,
beautiful mess around her face, he said, “I want some answers, Lily. I want to know
how a woman like you could still be a virgin at twenty-five.”

Her disgruntled expression was beyond adorable. “I’m not sure what you mean by
a woman like me
.”

Rubbing his hands over her hips, loving how soft she was, he said, “Sexy as all get
out. A goddamn walking wet dream. What the fuck is going on?”

Her gaze skittered to the side. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice. Not because I wanted
to lie to you,” she said in a rush, lowering that worried gaze back to his. “I was
just hoping to avoid the freak-out.”

“I’m not going to freak out,” he murmured, biting back a grin. “I’m a grown man, Lil.
I don’t freak out.”

She didn’t look like she believed him.

Keeping his tone deliberately calm, he said, “If you’d told me before we got started,
I would have done things to make it easier for you.” At least he’d have tried. He
sure as hell wouldn’t have driven himself inside her like a jackhammer before making
her come a few times.

“I didn’t want easier,” she confessed in a low voice, a frown weaving between her
slender brows as she held his heavy-lidded stare. “I just wanted
you
. And now you’re going to run.”

“I’m not going to run,” he told her, his cock already getting harder, stretching her
tender little pussy wider.

Her eyes went bright at the feel of him getting bigger. “You’re not?”

“No. Because then I wouldn’t be able to do
this
,” he whispered, leaning up to take one of those candy-pink nipples into his mouth
as he lifted her hips a little, then jerked her back down on him. Her soft cry of
pleasure only made him harder, the drenched heat of her plush, fist-tight little cunt
the most perfect thing in the world he’d ever felt. She was full of the cum he’d blasted
into her, steeped in her own slick juices, clasping him like a leather glove that
pulsed in time to her heartbeat. He moved to her other breast, sucking and licking
at the succulent peak, undone by the heady taste of her skin. Then he pulled back,
locking his narrow gaze with hers.

“If you’re not going to tell me why you stayed a virgin, then at least tell me why
you’re on the Pill.” He curved his hands around her ass as she leaned forward, putting
her pussy at the perfect angle for his deepening thrusts. With his knees bent and
his feet braced on the bed, he held her in place and pumped up into her, filling her
again and again with his thick rod, her virginal body somehow taking every broad inch
of him when most women couldn’t.

“Because I didn’t know,” she murmured, closing her eyes. When she opened them again
she looked like a woman who was thoroughly enjoying a long, grinding fuck. Rosy mouth
and cheeks. Creamy, glistening skin. Glowing eyes beneath the heavy weight of her
lashes. She was so goddamn beautiful it hurt just to look at her.

“You didn’t know what, Lil?”

His sharp gaze followed her tongue as she wet her lips and moaned, “When I might see
you again.”

Oh, God
. The instant the telling words slipped past her lips, Lily panicked.
Shit.
She couldn’t believe she’d just said that to him. To Ryder, the most emotion-wary
man in the world. Worried he was going to toss her aside and leave her, she sat straight
up, and they both gasped as the position shoved him even deeper inside her.

His jaw was tight. So was his grip on her ass. “Damn it, Lil. Are you okay?” He studied
her expression with a worried scowl.

“Yeah. You’re just . . . um, really far inside me. And there’s a
lot
of you.”

His fingers flexed, a hoarse catch of breath at the back of his throat when her body
gave a greedy pulse, squeezing his shaft. He closed his eyes for a moment, then slowly
opened them. His gaze was somehow even hotter than before, telling her exactly how
much he enjoyed the way she felt around him.