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“Better safe than sorry,” he said huskily. “You never know when an injury may occur.”

The air was warm in the duvet fort they’d made to keep out the world. And the intimacy of hiding together made everything else seem all the more intense. Including the sweet and salty taste of her desire.

“So, this is preventive?” she grated out as he stroked her with his tongue.

“Yes,” he said solemnly.

“Sexual healing?”

She giggled and gasped at the same time, resulting in a weird kind of strangled noise that she so deserved to make after that cheesy dig.

“Could you please take this seriously?” Ryan demanded. “I’m administering first aid here.”

“Could you administer it faster? I feel an injury coming on.”

“Really?” He lifted his head to look at her. “We can’t have that. Tell me where it hurts?”

“You are sick, and twisted, and evil for torturing me like this—”

Her tirade ended on a moan as Ryan got back to kissing everything better.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Sarah was floating four feet above their bed, gasping for air, as Ryan coaxed her back down. She’d been in the stratosphere. He’d taken her so high, so fast, she wasn’t sure what exactly had happened. She only knew she wanted to do it again.

And again.

As soon as she could catch her breath.

“Wanna touch,” she managed to get out before speech became impossible.

“You can touch,” the devil drawled. “As soon as you’re able. I’m not stopping you, but you’re looking a little mellow there. You’d better not go to sleep on me, we’re nowhere near finished.”

“Good,” she rasped.

His sinful, sinful mouth found her breast and sucked her nipple deep into his hot, wet mouth. Sarah came off the bed again. Every nerve ending in her body electric with sensation after he’d made her explode.

“Please,” she begged.

“I thought I was pleasing you.” He sucked her again as his hand massaged her other breast.

His body was heavy against hers. Her legs wide on either side of his hips. She could feel his hard, hot length against her thigh—which was totally the wrong place for it to be.

He was driving her crazy on purpose. Enjoying himself at her expense. Or she was enjoying herself at his… Either way, there was too much enjoying going on and not enough joining!

There was no way she could wrestle Ryan to get him where he needed to be. He’d win every time when it came to body strength.

Sweet heavens, she so loved his body. And his strength.

Logic. That’s what she needed. If she could just think of some. Right then, all she wanted to do was sink her teeth into his bicep. Just a little. Actually, there were quite a few places she wanted to touch, and taste, and nibble.

“My turn,” she complained.

“Yes, it is.” He did something with his tongue and her nipple that made her claw at his back in desperation for more.

What had she been thinking?

His rough stubble hadn’t quite turned into a full-blown beard yet, and she loved the feeling of it rasping against her skin. Had it left burn marks? Would she look down later and see red patches on her inner thighs?