Perfectly Charming (A Morning Glory Novel Book 2) (15 page)

Momentarily her eyes softened from the previous naughtiness to something gentle. “What a true gentleman you are, Ryan Reyes. Your mother would be proud.”

“In this particular situation, I’m not sure we should mention my mother.” He smiled, looking down at the breasts pushed up in her bra. “You weren’t ready a few days ago. So why now?”

She licked her bottom lip, which nearly undid him. “I’ve been thinking too much.”

“And you don’t want to think anymore?”

“You of all people are asking me that?” she joked.

“Touché. Still, I care about you and I don’t—”

Jess lifted onto her toes and kissed him. “Shh, I know this is right. I need you, Ryan. You are exactly what I want.”

How could he argue with those words . . . especially when she kissed him so sweetly? Jess Culpepper needed to be held, touched, loved, and she wanted him. This wasn’t him taking advantage of the brokenhearted or fulfilling a leftover fantasy from his high school days. This was about a woman and a man who needed something from each other. “Then we should proceed with our experiment, professor.”

Ryan’s room was tastefully utilitarian with a large king bed and soft gray coverlet that felt cold against her back when she sat down, crossed her legs, and leaned back onto her elbows. Ryan stood framed in the doorway, watching her with amused eyes.

She’d never done anything as wild as this.

Role playing.

After reading Lacy’s letter, she’d visited a shop that carried sexy lingerie, looking for the perfect ensemble to seduce the former boy wonder of MGHS. When she thought about what his fantasy might be, she’d imagined a lonely scientist sitting behind a microscope in a laboratory. Somehow she knew he’d like the skimpy lingerie beneath the lab coat. What Ryan needed was a do-over on high school chemistry, replete with a fantasy science partner.

And by the results straining the front of his shorts, she’d say it had worked well.

“I’m assuming we’ll conduct our experiment here,” she said, smoothing the spot beside her. She felt naughty. And she liked that feeling. It had been so long since this sort of anticipation surged inside her, so long since she was soaking wet before she’d barely been touched.

“If that’s what you want,” he said, not moving from the doorway.

“Oh, so you want me to start without you?” she asked, sliding a hand over her stomach, inching down toward the miniscule panties. She uncrossed her legs and let them dangle off the side of the bed, giving him a small glimpse of her crotch barely covered in the skimpy panties.

His gaze never left her body. “What did you do with my practical Jess?”

“I gave her the night off,” Jess said, dragging her fingers over her pubic bone. She’d never been one to be turned on by her own touch, but the sensation of her own fingers stroking so near the area that throbbed for release was an aphrodisiac that was heightened only by Ryan’s gaze on her body.

She could tell he was turned on beyond the very obvious and hard indicator. His eyes were limpid pools, his breathing notched, and his hands fisted as if to keep him from grabbing her. It had been a long time since Jess had felt this sexy, so she embraced the desire coursing through her along with the knowledge that Ryan couldn’t seem to get his fill of watching her.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

“Do you really have to ask?” Jess said, rolling over, planting her feet on the floor and presenting him with her ass. She stretched her arms far out, smoothing the wrinkles from the bed. “The experiment calls for putting the test subject through highly sexualized—ah!”

His hands slid up the backs of her thighs and cupped the behind she’d waggled high in the air. His touch made her nearly swoon with delight. She closed her eyes as he captured her waist and jerked her to him. Once again he stood behind her, his body pressed against hers, his hands wandering up and down. He took his time, touching, stroking, knowing how to drive her wild.

“You’re bewitching,” he murmured, kissing her neck. She sighed and allowed her head to fall back against his shoulder.

“That’s not scientific,” she managed to say.

“Ah, but it is,” he said, cupping her aching breasts. Her nipples were so tight and her breasts so heavy and needy. He cradled them, murmuring indecipherable comments into that sensitive area where her shoulder and neck joined. She reached back and linked her arms about his neck while grinding her ass against his erection. “It’s very much a biological reaction to stimuli, and, baby, you’re good at stimuli.”

“I try. For science’s sake.”

He laughed and spun her around, capturing her lips with his. His kiss was light at first, but then he nipped her lower lip. His hands returned to her ass, kneading her flesh. She slid her tongue over his bottom lip before plunging it into his mouth. He allowed her to take over, kiss him. And she did. God help her, she did. All the passion she’d been so afraid to let loose came roaring to the surface. And suddenly she couldn’t get enough.

Ryan moved her so the backs of her knees hit the edge of the mattress. With a slight push, she fell back. He cradled her as they hit the mattress. He rolled to his side, not breaking the kiss. Jess lay mostly on her back, still in his arms.

Ryan lifted his head and looked down at her. She relaxed as his gaze moved down her body, the heat of his perusal almost its own caress. After a few seconds he lifted his gaze back to her face and said, “You’re amazing. Sexy. Beautiful. I’ve never wanted a woman more.”

She wanted to believe that. So she did. She knew words exchanged in the heat of passion were often words untrue. People got carried away, but at that moment she didn’t care. She needed to believe that she was the most desirable woman Ryan had ever pleasured.

“Touch me,” she said, lifting a hand to brush against his jaw. He was so gorgeous. So finely crafted and sexy. She tugged on the hem of his shirt. “And take this off, please.”

He quickly divested himself of the shirt before tossing it somewhere on the floor. Then he turned his attention back to her, running a hand over her collarbone and down to rest beneath her breasts. The bra was a front clasp, and with one twist of his wrist, the cups parted, releasing her breasts.

“Nice,” he breathed, cupping one, allowing his thumb to graze the nipple so tight with desire. “You’re so pretty, Jess. I love the color of your nipples. Like pink peonies from a garden.” He lowered his head and sucked the nearest nipple into his mouth.

Jess wanted to tease him about his poetry, but with his mouth hot on her breast she didn’t have the words. “Oh, oh.”

“Mmm-hmm,” he groaned against her flesh. His hands moved over her stomach to her hip bone, turning her toward him, running back to cup her ass again. It registered in her mind that he was an ass man.

Jess explored his body, too, stroking his torso, loving the hard planes, the wide chest with the burnished brown hair. His abs were sculpted, his back lean, and that jaw was like rock. Everything about him was so sexy and hard and manly and—

“I don’t know how to work this garter thing,” he said, dropping kisses along her shoulder.

“Oh, here, let me,” she said, unhooking the fasteners. The elastic straps bounced, and then she paused. “Should I take the whole thing off?”

“Hell, no,” he said feathering his fingers over the crotch of the black satin panties that barely covered her. Last week she’d sprung for a bikini wax, since Becky said it was a must for a woman living on the beach. Tonight she was thankful she had. His touch felt hot even through the fabric. “Let me do the honors.”

With the belt detached, he was able to slide his fingers beneath the G-string bikini and peel the satin panties from her body. She lifted her rear, and he cleared the tops of her thighs, pausing only to shift so he could pull them over the high heels. “You can leave these shoes on. You look so hot in them.”

“Want my glasses on or off? Hair up or down? It’s your fantasy,” she said, stroking his shoulders as he tossed her panties aside.

His gaze zeroed in on the smoothly waxed juncture of her thighs. Her body felt flushed as he ran one finger over the trimmed hair there. She knew she was wet, but at his touch she felt herself grow even wetter.

“Oh, baby, you’re so wet. That’s so—” He didn’t finish, because he leaned forward and caught her mouth in a kiss. His tongue thrust against hers as he covered her body with his. Her senses spun out of control. His hard hotness grinding into her, his mouth suddenly everywhere at once. “Jess, I want to go slow, but I’m, like, losing it over you. You’re too damn hot, woman. Too hot. I need to be inside you, baby.”

Jess wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him hard. “Don’t go slow. We can do slow later. Get the condom.”

Ryan lifted himself from her and opened the drawer in the bedside table. “I really wanted the first time to be good for you.”

Lifting onto her elbows, Jess said, “And you think it won’t?”

He turned. “No. It will. I’ve studied all this stuff about delayed gratification, but with you, I can’t seem to control myself.” He struggled to open the box of condoms. “Damn it.”

“Here. Give it to me,” she said, shrugging out of her bra and holding out a hand. He ripped the box and tossed her a package. She ripped the foil wrapper and lifted an eyebrow. “Well . . .”

Ryan’s cheeks flared red as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and tugged them off. He stood in a pair of tight black boxer briefs. Ryan Reyes in tight underwear was a fine sight indeed. “Nice.”

“I’m suddenly nervous. I feel very much like that schoolboy you were playing a fantasy out for,” he said, with a sheepish smile. “It’s weird. I’m never nervous about this.”

“Come here and let me take them off you,” she said, beckoning him with a finger. She set the condom, still in the package, within arm’s reach along with her fake glasses. Her body thrummed with excitement as she slipped back into the role of seducer. Never had she been so bold as to take the lead. She’d always enjoyed the more submissive position, but Ryan made her want to be naughty, to be modern, to take control of her own desires.

Ryan climbed back onto the big bed and inched close to her, staying on his knees. The black Lycra of his boxers outlined his erection, which looked fairly impressive. Jess rose on her knees and trailed little kisses along his collarbone, inhaling his scent of bay rum soap and that intangible maleness that couldn’t be bottled. Maybe it was pheromones, who knew. But he smelled amazing. Her hands slid down to grasp his hard ass, and she gave it a light smack. She lifted her face to his, and he kissed her.

The kiss was less hurried, but very thorough. Jess tilted her head, letting him take it deeper as she slid a hand between their bodies and clasped him through his boxer briefs.

“Mmm,” he groaned, moving his hips back so she could fully mold her hand to his length. He was weighty and thick, making her blood sing in anticipation. For a moment she was content to stroke him through the soft material. All the while his hands roamed over her ass, up her back, cupping a breast, squeezing a nipple. Until finally he made it to the place that ached for him. His fingers sliding against her clitoris took her breath away.

Jess hooked her fingers in his waistband and slid his underwear down, hanging slightly on the head of his shaft before dropping them down between his thighs on the bed. Capturing the bobbing length, she felt the full heat and breadth of the man. “Impressive,” she said, nipping his bottom lip, fully aware that this was a huge first for her. She’d never wrapped her hand around any man other than her ex-husband. It was both exciting and somehow strange.

But his fingers worked their own magic, erasing any unease. He moved through her slick heat, ringing her entrance, teasing, tormenting, and practicing all the wicked things he’d no doubt read about in those manuals he’d admitted to studying. Three cheers for a man who took his sexual game seriously.

“I can’t wait any longer,” she whispered into his ear, nuzzling the scruff of his jaw. She reached over and grabbed the foil packet. “Let’s suit up.”

Ryan ducked his head and kissed her hard. “Like good scientists should.”

Jess fit the circular latex over the head of his cock and rolled it down. Then she tipped him over. Like a felled tree, he went down easy. Jess straddled him, rubbing herself against the hard ridge, anchoring her hands on either side of his face. She looked deep into his eyes. “I’m so glad you’re the one.”

There was no explanation needed, because she wasn’t sure exactly what “the one” was. Was it the first man who’d seen her as a desirable woman after she’d felt anything but? The first man who made her feel something more than sadness again? The first man to screw her after her hurtful divorce? The first man to be a possibility for something more? She didn’t know. And at that moment she didn’t care. There was Ryan. There was Jess and there was . . .

She lifted herself and tilted her hips, sinking down on him.

“Yes,” she sighed, holding herself still, feeling him stretch her, fill her. The sensation was more than physical.

“Oh shit, that’s good,” Ryan said, screwing his eyes closed and making that face—the hurt-so-good face—that caused her to hesitate for a millisecond. But then he grabbed her hips and pulled her down tight before reaching up to cup her breast. “You’re so damn sexy, babe. I’ve never seen anything like you.”