before.
"Blaze would've been fuckin' pushing up daisies if Pagan had found
out. That boy protected Lock's cherry with his goddamn life!"
"Fat lot of good it did him! She told me he was still
giving out beat downs long after the deed had been done and
gone."
"Fuck! She never told Pagan?"
"Nuh-uh," Ryley said with a head shake. "Said his
attitude and fists kept the assholes off her tail."
As their eyes again caught and held, they couldn't
help the laughter that burst up and out of them.
Anymore than Dare could help bringing his mouth to
hers thereby ending their laughter and their talking but taking
them in a direction it seemed they'd always been destined to
go.
*.*.*.*.*
One minute we were laughing at a shared remembrance
and the next his lips were on mine as if it was the most natural
thing in the world. It sure felt like it was with the easiness of
how our mouths initially touched without hesitation or any measure
of reluctance on either side. And maybe because the kiss started
when our laughter ended, it was sweet. Soft and gentle. Although it
didn't stay that way for long.
The press of our mouths soon changed to something
that was more yielding yet demanding all at the same time. And that
included a gentle sucking in between the wet gliding passes as our
lips moved against each other.
It was slow.
It was deliberate.
And it was everything a 'welcome back' kiss should
be.
Becoming even more so as he licked his way inside my
mouth until his tongue suavely caressed mine with such slow, lazy
passion, I moaned aloud. I felt his mouth firm and knew he was
trying to restrain a grin at the noise I'd made, but I couldn't
help it. Any more than I could help how my hands had wandered up
and threaded themselves in his hair, holding him to me.
Or how his arms had wrapped themselves around my
waist, pulling me until we were pressed chest to chest. That was,
until he twisted and brought me to partially lay across his lap,
taking our endless kiss even deeper and allowing the intensity of
it to grow.
I couldn't tell how long it went on for. It could've
been simply minutes or even hours for all I knew or cared. But it
was like our mouths had ten years to catch up on and were
determined to get it done all at one time…all with one kiss.
And still it went on, gaining momentum while turning
hot and sexy causing us to swallow each other's moans and groans
even while hands grew restless to feel and to touch. Soon the
wanting turned to need and we again shifted our bodies, craving
more contact, seeking more areas to caress and have stroked.
When we did finally come up for air, I found I was
flat on my back on the tabletop with Dare leaning over me one of
his thick thighs shoved between mine and he was pressed tight into
my side. I was using a huge bicep as a pillow and felt his other
hand on one of my ass cheeks between the leathers and my panties.
One of my hands was still twined in the hair at the back of his
head while the other was underneath his t-shirt, rubbing the smooth
skin of his back.
I wondered if my face showed the same evidence of
desire as his did with half-hooded eyes, swollen but well used lips
and flushed cheeks. If my heavy breathing bordered on panting like
his did. Or if my hips movements on his thigh where I was rubbing
myself on him was echoed in the hard, thick length he was grinding
against my hipbone.
"I need to go, cowboy," I whispered as his lips came
back to sweep over mine.
"Christ, what you do to me," he mumbled thickly even
as he moved his hand from my ass to sweep his palm over my side,
his thumb grazing my breast. Looking deeply into my eyes, I felt
the tension between us ramp up again. "Ten years, Ryley. Ten
fuckin' years I've waited to kiss you again."
My grin only mirrored his but his fervently murmured
words hooked and landed in every throbbing part of my body.
"Come home with me, sugar." It was a supplication,
pure and simple in its request.
My eyes searched his face again and I