Page 76 of Sweet Oblivion

“Hmm... Ryker,” she murmurs, barely loud enough for me to make it out, super hearing aids or not.

“Shh... Lane.” I carry her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed, my jersey hanging off a bare shoulder and rising high on her short shorts, showcasing so much soft skin. She’s a fucking wet dream wearing my name and my fucking ring, and it’s getting harder by the second to do the right thing. “Go back to sleep.”

“I missed you.” Damn, what those words do to me.

“Delaney...” I step back, but she refuses to let me go. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here, Lane.”

She bites her lip nervously, and my cock jumps in my pants.

I may have fantasized daily about that mouth.

Her gold-flecked eyes nearly glow in the darkness as they dance over my face. “Can you be a gentleman while you’re giving me my first lesson?”

Fuck.

“Be sure,mia moglie,” I warn her as every muscle in my body tenses. What is this tiny woman doing to me?

Slowly, she stands, my jersey sliding over her hips, hitting her mid-thigh, and presses up to her toes as she wraps her arms around my neck. “I’m sure, Ryker.”

Fuck it.

All my restraint goes out the goddamn window as I take her mouth with mine. One hand slides around her waist and the other around her neck. And this timid woman doesn’t miss a beat.

Soft lips part, timid and trembling. “Delaney... wait.”

She pulls back and drags her eyes to mine. “Did I do something wrong?”

“God, no. Nothing. I just. . .” I drag a hand through my hair. “We need some ground rules, okay?”

Her eyes widen with worry, and I feel like an ass. “Nothing like that, baby. Tonight is all about you. But I’ve got one rule.”

She blinks up at me through long dark lashes, and nothing in the world has ever been more tempting than this woman. “Okay. What’s your rule?”

“If you don’t want something... if you want to stop or don’t like something, lift my face to yours. I might not hear you, so you’ve got to make sure I can see your mouth. Can you do that for me?”

“You won’t hurt me.” The way she says it. The confidence in the words. Damn, I like those words.

“I won’t.” I drag my thumb along her lower lip and groan when her tongue darts out to lick it. “But if you’re not ready—if you want to stop—you have to promise to let me know, okay?”

Her big doe eyes shine in the darkness as she nods. “Okay.”

I shrug off my suit coat and roll up my sleeves.

“We’re good?” I ask, stepping back into her space and lifting her off her feet.

“Yeah, pretty boy. We’re good.”

Lane’s hands go back to my hair as I lay her down on the bed. Her back arching and her chest pressing against mine drives me insane.

My fucking restraint is hanging by a thread. A fraying one. I’m so damn hard. Harder than I think I’ve ever been. But tonight isn’t about me. It doesn’t matter how much I want to touch her. Taste her. Fuck her for the next two goddamned days.

Tonight is about Delaney, and I’m going to make sure she comes harder than she’s ever come in her life.

I drag my mouth up the column of her throat and along her chin and her lips before swallowing her moan. Deepening the kiss, my tongue tangles with hers. Teasing. Tasting.Exploring like we’ve got all the time in the world. Like we’re teenagers making out in my parents’ basement.

I’m happy with first base.

I want to learn this woman.