Page 67 of The B-Team

She was so serious that he had to fight the urge to laugh. “I’m the wrong one to ask, Stats. Now, if we were talking breasts.” Ryan reached up to cup hers, making her groan and lean into hishold. “Then I’d have a few suggestions.” He massaged her tender flesh, watching her cheeks flush and lips part as he did so.

Perfect. She was perfect.

“Enough of this,” she said, giving him a look of determination before straddling him.

This time, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “You don’t like it?”

“I love it, but I’m in a hurry. I really need to sleep.”

“And they say romance is dead,” he drawled.

Sarah stilled. “I’m sorry. I can be romantic.” She pressed against him and nuzzled his throat. “Do you need me to say something to get you in the mood?” she murmured against his skin.

There was a naked woman writhing on top of him, which meant Ryan had stopped listening about ten seconds ago.

“You’re so handsome” she said, kissing up to his ear. “You’re Adonis. You’re like a strong oak tree in summer.”

Laughter rumbled out of him as her words registered.

“What?” she complained against his ear. “I’m being romantic.”

“You’re being your usual bonkers self,” Ryan told her as he gently clasped her head and brought her mouth to his.

She poured herself into their kiss, giving herself over with every teasing touch. This washisSarah, all fiery passion and unleashed desire. She kissed like she was desperate for him, and only he could sate her thirst.

Her hand slid down his stomach to curl around his hard, ready length, and he groaned into her mouth as she deepened their already intense kiss. She guided him into her wet, welcoming sheath, and he arched up toward her.

A long, delighted moan escaped her lips, and he caught it with his.

“Yes,” she said, pushing back to take more of him.

He held her hips to steady her as she sat back on her heels, embedding him deep within her. Dazed eyes sought his.

“Tomorrow, I promise I’ll take my time and give you foreplay,” she said breathlessly.

Ryan grinned as he lifted his hips, making her throw back her head and moan.

“I feel so used,” he teased.

“Tomorrow, baby, tomorrow,” Sarah said, her head still back as she rocked against him.

He didn’t point out that she wasn’t meant to use the word baby. All he did was hold her tight as she moved and gasped and took her pleasure. Ryan clenched his jaw, fighting for control as he watched his wife lose hers. Any rhythm she’d had was gone. She was lost in sensation, floating high above them.

It was time to take over.

He clenched her hips as he powered up into her.

“Oh yes,” she said, breathless.

She was beautiful. A full-figured goddess with skin of silk. Damn, she took his breath away. With her hands raised above her head in a sensual dance, she closed her eyes as he took them far, far away from everything else. He felt her tighten, heard her gasp and moan. And then, for one glorious second, they were together, suspended on the precipice of release before falling over the edge as one.

Sarah collapsed onto his chest, out of breath, her body warm and completely relaxed against his. He felt the last pulses of her release as she curled herself around him. Ryan stroked her back, her hair, her cheek, delighting in their closeness, delighting in her. His Sarah.

Slowly, reality began to intrude, and Ryan was aware that time was moving fast. It wouldn’t be long before he had to get up to break into their office. They both needed sleep. But first, he had to clean them up.

“Hey, Stats,” he whispered. “Move over, and I’ll go get a cloth.”

She was a dead weight on top of him.