Page 145 of Head Over Heels

He was the devil. Pure evil. He had to know what he was doing to her.

She put her head between her legs and took deep breaths, jerking up when she heard a noise. She looked up.

It was Ryder.

He said nothing, just stared at her long and hard, with an intensity that made her want to shift in her seat.

Heart hammering in her chest, she stood. “I should get back.”

“You should.”

Neither moved.

They just stood there.

Her breathing kicked up.

He reached behind him and shut the door.

And then they were on each other.

Their mouths hot and hungry and mean. They always kissed like they were starving but now they were crazed, all clashing lips, dueling tongues and teeth.

Their hands moved everywhere, clutching and pulling. Raking over their skin.

She warred between the desire to touch him and wanting to sink into the feel of his big, strong hands on her body.

He growled, low and deep in his throat, before swinging her around and slamming her against the door. She let out an oomph. He captured the sound with his mouth before bending at the knees and picking her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she clutched at his shoulders, her head falling back against the door, and he ground his hard cock against her needy center.

He fisted her hair and yanked her head back. “I’m not going to stop.”

“Good,” she whispered. “Don’t. I need you so bad.”

He made a fierce, feral noise. Whipping her around, he pushed her to the floor. His fingers snaked up her under her top, covering her breast and rubbing over her nipple. He murmured in her ear, “You need my cock, darlin’.”

She raked her teeth over his jaw, loving the sharp intake of breath he made, and told him the truth. “I need you.”

He moaned, covered her mouth with his. He stroked against her tongue, licking her lips, feasting on her. She raised her legs and arched, circling her hips, silently begging for him.

He unhooked her bra and pulled at the hard peak, twisting and pinching in that way she loved. Movements frantic and jerky, he levered up, yanked her top above her breasts, and covered her nipple with his lips.

With hands, tongue, and teeth he tortured her until her hips were moving and she moaned incoherently. “Ryder, please.”

He lifted his head. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Me either.”

“I want to drive you crazy, punish you for all the time I haven’t touched you.” He met her gaze. “But I want you too much to wait.”

She squeezed her hips with his thigh. “Take me.”

Their gazes locked, and a silence thick with emotion made her breath stall in her chest.

Everything slowed.

She reached up and touched his face, her fingertips brushing over his high cheekbones. His teeth scraped her palm, holding the flesh captive and laving her with his tongue.

Unable to hold it in any longer, she whispered the words she’d never told anyone before, meaning them with all her heart. “I love you.”