Page 78 of Rekindle My Heart

Ryan’s train of thought went off the tracks. All he could think of was boobs and hips and all that smooth skin. His fingertips tingled. They itched to wander. To explore.

She pivoted, giving him a spectacular view of her perfect ass.

“Coming?” She shot him a half grin over her shoulder.

He might as well have been cuffed to her, because he couldn’t have done anything else but follow.

She sat on the queen-sized bed. His attention was on Erica, but from the corner of his eyes, his cop mind cataloged the clean lines and neutral colors. Calming. Organized. Erica. This was her space. Not the shrine to Sarah he’d slept in the other night.

He unclipped his holster and set his gun and wallet on the nightstand. Reaching one hand behind his neck, he fisted his shirt and pulled it off in one swift movement.

Her sharp intake of breath echoed in the room.

He grinned. “You like?”

Her head bobbed up and down. “Especially the tats.”

She slipped a hand around her back and unclasped her bra. Lacy cups slipped and colorful ink graced her beautiful breast.

A scrolling font. S.R. Sarah Randall? He opened his mouth to comment on it as she shimmied out of her panties. His mind blanked.

Erica crooked a finger, and he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, taking his boxers with them.

The moment her hand touched his bare chest, it was like he had a laser focus. All Erica. He couldn’t get enough of her skin, her kisses, the slide of her thighs against his.

He covered her with his body and could feel her melt into him. They touched from lips to toes and everything in between.

She stole his breath with a fiery kiss before moving her lips along his jaw.

He moaned. Fingernails dug into his back. He let an inch of air between their bodies. Not enough to cool but enough to work his way to her lovely nipples. He worshipped one. Nibbling. Sucking.

She arched off the bed, moaning. “More. Ryan, more.”

He continued to caress her with one hand, while he kissed a trail over the soft skin of her abdomen. The closer he got to her promised land, the louder her moans of pleasure grew.

Fuck. He loved the mewling in the back of her throat. Just for him.

His fingers spread her folds and circled her clit.

Her body bucked. She was close, and he had barely touched her.

He worked a finger inside, and her butt left the bed.

“Oh God. Yes, deeper.”

A tiny smile tugged at his lips. She wanted deeper, he’d give her deeper. He worked a second finger in. At her groan, he thrust in a third.

She was close. He could feel it. With each move of his hand, her body shook, and the sounds she uttered grew louder.

“Ryan—I—you. Now.” Her words tumbled out.

“Yes.” He pulled a finger out and watched those beautiful eyes close.

“No.” She grabbed his hair with both fists and yanked him to the spot she needed.

“Insistent.” Laughter touched his words. It would be cruel to make her wait any longer. He might be a smartass, but he’d never be cruel. He dropped his head and circled her clit with his tongue. At her squeal of approval, he sucked. Under him, her body tightened, then released. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

Her head fell back, and her eyes drifted closed.