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Rye’s hand wrapped around her wrist. “The
picnic was nice. I appreciate it.”

Not a word of apology for the way he’d
treated her. She should finish packing up the basket, get out of here and never
come back. He had all her ideas. She wouldn’t have to step inside Stevens House
again until the last coat of paint dried.

Deep inside her soul, she knew it hadn’t
been simply sex between them. There had been a connection, something she’d
never experienced with any other man. He was still a little broken from his
relationship with her sister. That shouldn’t keep him from looking for love
again.

It was right in front of him if he’d open
his eyes and see her.

His hand tightened on her wrist as she
reached for the empty wine bottle. “Alaina, I’m sorry.”

The damn tears were almost choking her. She
kept her head lowered while she continued to pack the basket so he wouldn’t see
them shimmering in her eyes.

“Hey.” He cupped her chin and turned her
face toward his. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

A tear escaped her eye. Alaina reached up
to wipe it away. Rye caught her hand before she could. He sipped the tear from
her cheek with his lips.

The sweet gesture melted her heart. She
turned her face and touched her lips to his.

He tasted of wine mixed with the flavor of
man. His lips were soft and a bit slick from the butter he’d eaten. His
mustache felt almost as soft as his lips.

His hand cradled her neck, his thumb
brushing the sensitive area beneath her ear. He tilted his head ever so
slightly and parted his lips. The tip of his tongue slid along the seam of her
mouth, making the kiss even more delicious. Wanting more, Alaina touched his
tongue with hers.

It must have been the signal Rye needed.
The kiss went from gently exploring to hot and passionate in a heartbeat. His
other hand cradled her neck too, holding her head in place while he ravished
her mouth.

A kiss shouldn’t make her so weak. A kiss
shouldn’t make her breasts swell so quickly, her pussy moisten in mere moments
in anticipation of Rye’s possession. Desire took time to build…or at least it
always had for her. With Rye, everything was different than with other men. A
look from those deep brown eyes was all Alaina needed for her body to respond.

She couldn’t help the moan when Rye drove
his tongue into her mouth. She wanted to feel it on her nipples, between her
legs…

“You kiss like you can’t get enough,” he
whispered against her lips.

“I can’t. Not from you.”

He pulled back a few inches, looked into
her eyes. His thumbs stroked her lips, over and over. Alaina nipped the tip of
one, then licked the bite.

Desire flared in his eyes. “This isn’t
exactly the best place for a seduction.”

“I don’t need candlelight and soft music,
Rye.” She took one of his hands and drew it down to her breast. “I only need
you.”

He watched his hand as it molded to her
flesh. Alaina’s eyes wanted to drift closed in pleasure, but she forced them to
stay open so she could see him.

“Your breast is so firm.” He squeezed her
gently. “God, you feel good.”

She couldn’t stop her eyes from closing
when Rye cradled her other breast. Alaina arched her back and pressed her
breasts into his hands. He kneaded and lifted the mounds as his thumbs circled
the areolas…coming close to but not touching her nipples. She was ready to grab
his thumbs and guide them where she needed them the most when he flicked her
nipples.

She gasped in pleasure.

“Do you like this?” he asked, rubbing her
nipples with his thumbs.

“Yesssss.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Alaina opened her eyes and gazed into his.
Rising to her knees, she ran her fingers into his hair. “Make love to me.”

A pained look crossed his face to mix with
the desire in his eyes. “Alaina, I’ve worked all day. I need a shower before—”

She covered his mouth with her fingers. “If
you don’t get sweaty making love, then you aren’t doing it right.”

His eyes sparkled with humor as he
chuckled. He removed her hand from his mouth and kissed her palm. “You have a
point.”

“So,” she said, running her free hand
through his hair again, “are you saying you
do
get sweaty when making
love?”

“Oh yeah.” He kissed her palm again.
“Sweaty.” His teeth scraped over the side of her hand. “Hot.” He moved up her
arm and licked the inside of her elbow. “Wet.”

Wet was definitely a good description.
Alaina’s channel blossomed, moistened. Her clit gently throbbed. She longed to
feel Rye’s touch against that intimate part of her body…first his fingers, then
his tongue, then his cock.

He grasped the hem of her shell and pulled
it over her head. His gaze snapped to her breasts. She’d worn the prettiest bra
she owned, a wisp of ivory satin and lace. Cut low in front, it barely covered
her nipples.

“Damn,” he muttered.

“Is that a good damn or a bad damn?”

“It’s a you’re-so-gorgeous-I-can’t-think
damn.” He cradled her breasts and lifted them until they bulged over the top of
her bra. “These are beautiful, Alaina.”

It took all of her concentration to speak
when he started rubbing her nipples again. “Are you a breast man?”

“Guilty. I like curves.” Leaning forward,
he dropped a gentle kiss on each mound. “Lots of curves.”

His mouth felt incredible on her skin.
“Wh-what else do you like?”

The front clasp of her bra loosened. “Big,
hard nipples.” Warm lips closed over one tip. The flick of his tongue made her
moan. “Soft skin,” he mumbled before moving to the other nipple for the same
teasing flick. “Wide hips.” His hands spanned her waist, slid down to her hips.
“A firm, tight ass.” Those magic hands traveled to her buns and squeezed. “You
have it all, Alaina…everything I love about a woman’s body.”

She was about to say the same thing about
his body when he drew her nipple into his mouth again and suckled. Any words
she might have said died in her throat. She closed her eyes and let the
sensations wash over her, through her. Rye continued to caress her ass with one
hand while he kneaded her breasts with the other. His mouth moved back and
forth between her nipples. He licked, nibbled, sucked. With each swipe of his
tongue, each nip of his teeth, her clit pulsed.

She’d never come from a man’s attention to
her nipples. None of her past lovers had given them more than a few seconds of
time. Rye seemed in no hurry to move on to other parts of her body.

That worked for her.

Perspiration popped out on her forehead, in
the small of her back. Heat flooded her body. Her breathing turned choppy.
Alaina clasped Rye’s head to her breast, silently asking him to continue the
sweet torment on her nipples.

Cool air flowed over the perspiration on her
back when Rye unfastened her slacks. He slid his hand inside and cupped her
cheek, left bare by her thong. She thought she heard him growl deep in his
throat before he sucked harder on her nipple.

Pleasure exploded in her body, rushing up
and down her spine, stealing her breath. Her body trembled as the walls of her
pussy contracted. She pumped her hips as the orgasm went on and on, desperately
needing a hard cock to fill her.

Rye gave each nipple one more lick. “You’re
even more beautiful when you come.”

Alaina gazed into those dark brown eyes.
She saw heat, longing, but also something more tender…an emotion she’d always
yearned to see in a man’s eyes.

She kissed him softly. The kiss didn’t
remain soft as desire flared back to life. Alaina shrugged out of her bra,
tugged off Rye’s T-shirt and tossed it aside. Then she froze.

She’d been intimate with this man, yet had
never seen him without a shirt. She moved back enough so she could…well, gawk.
He was ripped and buff and muscled, not from working out in a gym but from his
profession. Wide shoulders, broad chest lightly dusted with dark hair, small
brown nipples and areolas, biceps to die for, and a flat stomach and abdomen
that she would swear had to be a ten-pack, not just six.

“Oh my,” she whispered.

She touched the middle of his chest, let
her fingers trail down the line of hair to his navel. The outline of his hard
cock was clearly evident in his worn jeans. Holding his gaze with hers, she
unfastened his belt buckle.

His hand tightened on the cheek of her ass.

She released the first snap on his fly. He
laid his hand over hers after she released the second snap. “I don’t have a
condom.”

“I do. In the basket.”

One eyebrow quirked in an “oh yeah?”
gesture. Heat flooded Alaina’s face. “Just in case we decided to…do this.”

“Just in case.”

She refused to lie to him. “I was hoping.
Rye, I’ve wanted you since I was twelve years old. I had no idea what sex was
at that age, but I knew looking at you made my heart beat funny and my breath
catch.”

Afraid she would chase him away with talk
of her feelings, she quickly spoke again. “I’m not asking for anything from
you. No promises, no talk of tomorrow. Just us, tonight.”

He pushed her hair back from her face,
caressed her jaws with his thumbs. “I wish I’d known you instead of Alesia.”

Her heart almost leaped out of her throat.
“I wish you had too.”

He tugged her close enough to kiss. Lips
caressed, tongues slid together. The kiss deepened, grew hotter, until Alaina
gripped Rye’s shoulders to keep her balance.

“Get the condom,” Rye said against her
lips.

She heard the
clunk
of his work
boots hitting the floor as she searched through the basket. Finally she located
the box she’d bought this afternoon and dug out one packet. She turned in time
to see Rye on his back, pushing his jeans and briefs past his hips.

His cock lay against his stomach, long and
thick and hard. It was all she could see while he sat up and tugged off his
clothes and socks. Now completely naked, he held out a hand to her.

“Come here.”

She continued to stare at the male
perfection before her until Rye wiggled his fingers to draw her attention. She
reluctantly dragged her gaze from his body back to his face. His lips quirked
as if he were trying not to grin.

“You’re staring.”

“Oh yeah.”

Rye chuckled and wiggled his fingers again.
“Come here.”

“Hold this.” She handed the condom packet
to him, then stood and shucked off her slacks, panties and shoes. As naked as
he, she dropped back to her knees before him, took the packet and tore it open.
“Lie down.”

Next time, she’d lick every part of his
body. Next time, she’d taste that delectable-looking cock. But this time, she
needed to feel him inside her as quickly as possible.

He obeyed her, lying back and holding his
cock straight up so she could slip on the condom. She didn’t waste any time
straddling his hips and sliding her pussy down his shaft.

“Jesus,” Rye mumbled. He grabbed her hips
and arched into her. “You’re so tight. And wet. And
hot
.” He gripped her
hips more firmly. “Ride me, Alaina.”

She laid her hands on his chest, slowly
raised her hips until only the head of his cock remained inside her, and
lowered herself again. Each time she repeated the action, she moved a bit
faster. She watched Rye’s face the entire time, delighting at the fire in his
eyes. He clenched his jaw, a muscle ticked in his temple. His fingers dug into
her ass, holding her at the perfect spot for the base of his rod to rub her
clit.

The pleasure began to build in her body
again. Heart pounding, lungs burning, Alaina rode his cock faster. Her orgasm
was
there
, ready to explode. Just a little more…

Rye squeezed her breasts, rolled each
nipple between his fingers. “What do you need to come again?”

“Harder. Tug my nipples ha-harder.”

She’d barely gotten the word out when Rye
pinched her nipples. Alaina cried out at the sensation that raced through her
body, even stronger than what she’d experienced with her first orgasm.

“Oh yeah,” Rye groaned. “Oh
yeah
!”

He arched his hips, driving his shaft into
her pussy all the way to his balls. Alaina released a keening moan when
another, smaller climax ripped through her.

She melted on top of his body. Her skin
stuck to his since they were both sweaty. She didn’t care.

Rye ran his hands up and down her back and
over her butt. “You okay?”

“I hope you don’t expect me to move for at
least half an hour ‘cause it isn’t possible.”

His chest vibrated beneath her ear when he
chuckled. He kissed the top of her head. “I have no problem with staying here.”

“It can’t be very comfortable for you,
lying on a hard floor. The blanket doesn’t have much padding.”