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tonight, baby doll. The cooling breath against her flesh after the heat of his mouth caused goose
bumps to break out all over her skin.
Then what are we going to do? Talk? That was the last thing she wanted to do. It was
hard to keep up the pretense of being a seductress. She wasn't that. She was just Lydia, a woman
so afraid of being played once again, she tried to keep her heart firmly behind a wall of stone.
This man was determined to break through it; she just couldn't allow that. She was playing with
fire as it was, just being with him. This was madness, but she couldn't stop. She needed this. She
needed to feel like a woman.
What we are doing is making love.
Hostile Takeover 73
Chapter Twelve
A sudden spark of insight blindsided Ryder. All she expected from him was sex hot,
sweaty, nasty sex. He wondered if anyone had ever bothered to really take the time to make love
to Lydia before. Sex wasn't the best way to prove he was in this for the long haul, but it was too
late to back off. Not when he could feel her heat.
But he could make love to her, slow and easy, even if it killed him and it just might. His
dick already leaked copious amounts of precum, throbbing fiercely. He was impatient to be
cocooned deep inside her. It took herculean effort to work his way back up her body once he
reached her pelvis. Ryder pressed kisses on Lydia's taut belly and over her breasts. Her body
shuddered underneath his touch, welcoming him to take what he wanted.
I don't want that. Panic radiated underneath the panted words, but he wouldn't be
deterred. Damn you, Ryder, just fuck me!
She undulated relentlessly and had somehow managed to coil herself around him. Lydia
rolled her hips, almost managing to capture his rod between her labia. Ryder had to still her
movements in an almost-brutal grip while trying to distract her in a devastating kiss. The
problem was, whenever he kissed Lydia, he was the one more likely to lose control. Her supple
lips against his inflamed him. They made him greedy for more.
Shhh, baby, relax. He crooned against her mouth. Let me take care of you. For now,
forever. Will you let me?
She looked like a doe caught in headlights. Lydia stared back at him wide-eyed and guile
free. In that skittish gaze, he saw he had been right; no one had ever bothered to make love to her
before. How could the men in her past have been so clueless? She was female perfection. He
would go to bed with praise on his lips every night, recognizing what a priceless treasure she
was.
A slight nod was the only confirmation he had that she had even heard him. It was all he
needed. With infinite care and precision, he began the process of leisurely working his way back
down her curves, making sure to worship every inch. He whispered sweet nothings as he went
along, murmuring tributes to every part he touched. Your skin is silky smooth, darlin'. So sweet,
you melt on my tongue. I love the contrast of your skin against mine. So fucking sexy.
Ryder ran his hand along the flat expanse of her belly, reveling in how soft she felt beneath
his fingertips. There were nights when he'd lie in bed and just fantasize about doing exactly this.
He loved the way she quivered with each caress. His head pounded as his carnal cravings made
him ache.
Oh God, Ryder, you're killing me. He knew the feeling. Still, he refused to be rushed.
Slowly making his way down the length of her body, he planted kisses on her heated flesh,
circling her navel with his tongue.
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Lydia pushed against his shoulders in an obvious attempt to make him go lower. He
chuckled at her impatience. Easy, baby. We have all night. Shrugging out of her grasp, he
continued to nibble and lick the little indentation in her stomach, knowing she wanted more. He
wanted her to be crazy for it, just as he was for her. Tell me how bad you want it, darlin'.
I need it. Ryder, please eat my pussy. She lifted her lower body, bucking beneath him
like a cat in heat.
The scent of her arousal was too tempting to ignore any longer. I love it when you beg. It
would be my pleasure. As he settled between her silky thighs, he kissed the insides, nipping at
her tender flesh. Gently, he parted her nether lips to display her clit to his gaze. Lydia had the
prettiest pussy he'd ever seen. Nudging his nose against the taut button, Ryder inhaled deeply,
nearly dying from her musky fragrance. It was far headier than any aphrodisiac.
A man could get hooked if he weren't careful, but Ryder didn't want to be. This was his
cunt and his woman, and it was his intention to savor every inch of her. He curled his tongue
around the pink pearl before suckling it gently between his lips. Then, getting high from the taste
of her, Ryder increased the pressure with fervent tugs. Lydia cried out sharply, practically
mashing herself against his face, smearing her juices on his mouth and chin. Placing a hand on
her belly to hold her still, he raised his head. Not so fast, baby. This is a marathon, not a sprint.
I need it so bad. Stop fucking teasing me! Digging her fingers through his hair, she
yanked his head forward. Ryder latched on to her clit again, this time with his teeth, taking little
bites as he eased his middle finger inside her damp heat. Her breathy moans and gasps were such
a turn-on, he was tempted to give in to her demands and take her right then and there. Instead he
reminded himself to go slow, although it was killing him as much as it probably was her.
More! Lydia tugged on his hair again.
Slipping another digit inside of her, he fingered her hard and fast, showing no mercy. His
tongue delved, licking, lapping.
Yes! Ryder! Yes, just like that.
Something within him snapped. Ryder pulled his fingers out of her wet hole and latched
his hands under her thighs and attacked her pussy with French kisses, licks, and bites. He swiped
his tongue from her clit to her tight rosette, leaving no inch of her unexplored. Ryder could eat
her pussy for days if he thought she'd let him. Lydia had the sweetest, juiciest cunt he'd ever
tasted, and it was all his.
Lydia's body tensed. Oh shit, Ryder. I'm going to come!
But he didn't stop, couldn't stop, even as she wiggled and writhed like a wild woman
beneath his hungry mouth. Warm honey flowed from her pussy. Ryder lapped at her cunt, not
wanting to miss a single drop. Only then did he begin his trek back up, stopping to worship her
generous breasts, then moving his mouth along the column of her throat.
Open your eyes and look at me, Lydia. He waited until her sole focus was on him before
he slowly eased his cock inside her. She was damn wet, so tight he had to grit his teeth to keep
from surging. Feel that, baby? Do you feel how good we are together? Let me in, baby. Let me
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