Making His Move by Rhyannon Byrd Page A

he spent a lot of time with, ever since Karin’s husband had run out on them for a younger woman. When they were full, she’d helped him gather up the plates, pizza boxes and bottles, and then he’d placed her on his kitchen counter, spread her legs, and eaten her out again for what he’d called his “dessert”, before carrying her back to his room, where they’d gone at it so wild and hard, she was surprised they hadn’t broken the bed.
    She honestly hadn’t known that sex could be like what they’d shared. So raw and intense and exciting. Sure, she’d expected it to be amazing with Chris, because he was an amazing guy. But she’d mistakenly thought that the way he could make her feel was something that only existed in fiction.
    Boy, had she been wrong.
    As if he’d read the intimate nature of her thoughts, he tugged the sheet down until her breasts were bared to the cool morning air...and his dark, heavy gaze. Cupping one of the dainty mounds in his big hand, he stroked the callused pad of his thumb over her tightening nipple, then over the inner swell, where he’d marked her with his wicked mouth at some point during the erotic night. Lifting his gaze back to her face, he studied her expression, then looked deep into her eyes. “You’re so beautiful, and you don’t even see it, do you?”
    “I look like a boy,” she murmured, a wry grin tucking itself into the corner of her mouth. “Especially in the boob department.”
    “Like hell you do,” he argued in a velvety rumble, shaping her sensitive breast with his hand. “Yeah, you’re slight. But you’re so fucking soft, and you have the sweetest curves.” He came closer, rubbing his open mouth against hers, the golden stubble on his chin making her shiver. “I love the way you feel, the way you smell, the way you taste. You’re the most feminine little thing I’ve ever known, Soph. Completely beautiful, inside and out.”
    Undone by his incredible words, she couldn’t hold her questions inside any longer. “Chris, what is this?” she asked in a soft, breathless rush of words. “What we’re...doing...together. What is it?”
    Rolling on top of her, he settled himself possessively between her already spreading thighs, his tattooed forearms braced on either side of her head, his dark eyes locked hard on hers. “I think you know exactly what this is, Sophie.”
    Did she? Or was she being naïve, thinking this was as special to him as it was to her? She was desperate to find the answer, but her thoughts fractured as he started to push himself inside her, her emotions manifesting themselves in physical desire. She needed that thick, breathtaking penetration more than she needed her next breath, but her swollen entrance barely gave way to the first broad, succulent inch of his cock.
    He lowered his head, his firm lips touching her ear, and growled, “Come on, baby girl. Let me in.”
    “I’m trying,” she panted, stroking her hands down the sleek, muscular length of his back, his heady scent filling her head.
    He nipped her earlobe, then soothed it with his tongue. “Open up and take me all the way, sweetheart. The way that only you can.”
    She spread her thighs even wider, arching beneath him, and another thick inch carved its way into her. Then another.
    “Christ,” he groaned in her ear, his powerful body shuddering as she took a little more. “You feel so fucking good, Soph. It’s like you were made for me.”
    “Give me more ,” she pleaded, breathless, her nails digging into his firm buttocks as she tried to pull him deeper into her.
    “I fucking love how greedy you are,” he muttered, reaching down and gripping her behind her left knee, then lifting it higher. He moved in measured nudges, careful not to hurt her, while she begged him for faster ...and harder . And then she was finally giving way for him, her body pulling him in with a tight, voluptuous suction, her sex already pulsing with excitement, her orgasm so close she