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commands. He groaned as his tongue flicked out at her and Lara felt the vibration of it travel through her sex and up her spine in a delicious shiver that left her panting as she threaded her fingers through his thick hair to urge him on. “Harder … yes, like that …”
    Ryder reacted to her words as though he could barely restrain himself. She wondered at his control. Any other guy would have been on top of her and pounding away by now, totally unconcerned with whether or not she got off. But she already knew that Ryder was a rare breed. She didn’t bother to stifle her moans, the intense pleasure of Ryder rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he lapped at her, stealing all coherent thought. Her body tensed, the sensation of coiling in on herself almost unbearable. She rocked her hips against his mouth and his name burst from her lips as she came. “Oh, god, Ryder! I’m coming.”
    He didn’t relent, but pressed his face tighter against her as the orgasm rolled through her body, wave after wave until her limbs were heavy and her breath sped in her chest. She doubted she could move even if she wanted to, though she might float away without the use of her limbs. “Ryder, you’re going to kill me.”
    Lara couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in her chest. Boy was in his own little world down there … He looked up and when their gazes locked the grin he gave her was enough to melt every bone in her body until she was nothing more than a helpless puddle of goo.
    Damn
. She was in deep trouble with this one.
    ***
    Right about now would be the time that Ryder unzipped his pants and went to town. The faster he came, the faster he could leave his partner a happy girl. Most women failed to notice that he never stayed the night. Why would they when he paid so much attention to their needs prior to seeing to his own? He left them with smiles on their faces, and he didn’t feel as guilty for the quick,
wham-bam
encounter.
    But Lara wasn’t like any of the others. Christ, he didn’t want this moment to end. He wasn’t interested in getting off and sending her home. He wanted to savor her, again and again. Take his time with her. Fuck her for hours until neither of them could stand and they’d have no choice but to fall into bed together. Ryder wanted to hold her. Take her clover-honey scent into his lungs and wake her with plying kisses before he buried himself deep inside of her and started all over again.
    Holy shit
. These thoughts were completely out of character. And it scared the shit out of him.
    “Ryder, maybe we could go to your room?”
    Lara’s words woke him from his reverie and for a moment he drank her in. She was something to look at, naked and lounging on his kitchen counter, her skin flushed and her sex soft and glistening. Her full breasts were perfect, the dusky nipples still erect and Ryder reached out and cupped one, brushing his thumb across the peak. Lara’s head rolled back on her shoulders and a sweet half-moan, half-sigh escaped her lips. “Ryder, let’s go to your room.
Now
.”
    The urgency in her tone stirred the glowing embers of his lust and he lifted her insubstantial weight off the counter and set her to her feet in between his legs. She didn’t seem bothered by the fact that she was bare as the day she was born while he was still wearing all of his clothes. He admired her confidence and it only added to his need to have her.
    His gaze wandered to her full lips and the urge to kiss her was so intense that it damned near took him to the floor. But Ryder held back, and instead ripped at his shirt, popping a couple of the buttons in his haste to get it off. He tossed it on the counter. Lara’s eyes took in his naked torso, her expression hungry and it spurred him to new heights of need as he seized her hand and led her through the house, up the stairs, and past the second-story landing to his bedroom at the end of the hallway.
    No time to see the sights.