Free Ryker’s Justice by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

kissed him back, he lost any chance at moderation and rammed his
tongue into her mouth. She shuddered and grasped his shoulders to pull him
closer. Her fervor matched his and heat radiated between them. Jude forgot the
October chill as an erotic fire swept through his veins, burning away all
restraint, everything but the woman in his arms.
    Desire
consumed him, but for the first time he could recall, his lust was tempered
with a deep caring and infinite tenderness. Jude kissed until his breath caught
short and his lungs burned in his chest. He came up for air with a gulp. Nicole
inhaled, then laughed with unbridled joy.
    “Let’s
go inside,” he said. When she nodded, Jude swept her up into his arms and
carried her up the porch steps. He pushed open the seldom-locked door and
entered the house. Pleasant aromas wafted toward him, the lingering scent of
cooking, a hint of Nicole’s rose perfume, and the clean, fresh scent of dish
soap. Until now, after the long vacancy and his brief bachelor residence, it’d
been stale within, but now Jude felt as if the house had come to life again.
    Without
pausing, he toted her to his bedroom, moving up the open staircase with ease. Once
there, he put her down and kissed her again. Once she managed to shrug off his
high school jacket, she snuggled against him, head tilted to allow his mouth to
reach hers, and hung tight. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her fingers
strayed into his short hair. The way she caressed him increased his already
volatile passions and he tongued her again, deeper than before. Nicole moaned
in response.
    Her
hands fumbled and worked the button of his jeans free. When she undid the
zipper, Jude gasped. If he lost control, he’d shoot off worse than a teenager
with his first hard-on so he steeled himself to hold his orgasm. And if she
grabbed his cock, it’d be over in a hurry.
    “Slow
down, honey,” he whispered.
    Like
a sleepwalker, she gazed at him without seeing. Jude undid her blouse and
thrust his hands beneath her bra. He cupped her breasts and savored the weight
of them. After he managed to undo the front opening bra, he bent and suckled
one ripe nipple in his mouth. God, the warmth almost drove him crazy and when
the sweet bud blossomed inside his mouth, a ripple of sheer pleasure rolled
over him. He licked the hard nodule with his tongue and sucked harder. Nicole’s
fingers caught in his hair and despite its short length, they held tight.
    She can snatch me bald-headed and
right now I don’t give a damn. He switched nipples and repeated as she moaned. The small sounds she made
increased his want ten times over.
    Jude
stripped away her top and when he tugged at her jeans, she unfastened them and
worked them to her ankles. Nicole stepped from them in one swift motion,
graceful as a dancer, and pulled his shirt from him with speed. He wiggled his
hips and shed his pants faster than a snake sloughing away an old skin for the
new. His cock sprang out between them, twice as long and solid granite. Such a
major boner hurt but he knew it would be worth the pain when he came.
    He
maneuvered her to the bed but before they toppled onto the mattress, he stroked
her body, his hands running over each reachable bit of
flesh with slow strokes intended to tantalize. Jude kissed her again, this time
with a slow, deliberate heat potent enough to burn. Fire singed his lips as if
he’d held a lit match against them and the sensation sizzled all the way down
to his dick. Nicole used her fingers to tweak his nipples, her thumb rubbing
against first one, then the other until they ached. Before he had time to fully
appreciate the intense pleasure, she broke from the kiss and nibbled above his
left pectoral muscle with sharp bites. Each nip sent a thrill through his body.
    Nicole
rose on tiptoes to use her teeth on the tender skin of his throat, using them
with such skill his cock throbbed to the beat of his heart. He delivered a
series of kisses and licks to her