The Favour. Cara Summers
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Well, the only true way to discover what style a person has as a lover is to experience it. And even then, the person’s style might change depending on the two people involved and the particular moment.”
There was a pause while neither of them said anything, and the Beatles sang merrily about loving me, do.
“I’ve given a lot of thought to what particular style I’d like to use with you, Doc. You interested?”
More pImages** flashed through Sierra’s head—each one of them some variation of Ryder Kane, his naked limbs tangled with hers.
“I’ll take that as a yes. First, I’d want to kiss you again. You have the most amazing mouth, and I bet there are flavors that I haven’t yet discovered.”
Sierra pressed fingers to her lips.
“Then I’d want to touch you—all over—for a very long time. Your hair first. I wanted to run my hands through it the moment it came loose.”
An image formed in her mind of Ryder doing just that.
“Then there’s a spot right in the hollow of your throat where your skin is so delicate that I can see your pulse push against the skin. Touch it for me, Sierra.”
She already had. The frantic beat of it against her fingers sent ribbons of heat radiating through her entire body.
“And then I’d want to run my fingers over the skin right above your breasts and slowly around and beneath them. Do you like to have your breasts touched, Sierra?”
“I…you…” Words were eluding her, blocked out by the pImages** in her mind and the sensations streaming through her. But her answer seemed to satisfy him, because he went on. And on. And she went on imagining what it would feel like if he traced little patterns between her breasts and on her stomach.
She pressed her hand to her waist. Her body was on fire one second and icy the next. Then he was tracing patterns on the back of her knee, on the inside of her thigh.
She sighed as explosions of pleasure shot across her nerve endings. Her eyes closed. Her bones began to soften. In some far corner of her mind, she knew where she was and that an occasional person still passed by with an umbrella tipped against the pouring rain. But she was trapped by Ryder’s words in an alternate reality.
“And then, I’d have to touch you inside. I wouldn’t be able to help myself. I’d have to slip my fingers inside you.”
It was a good thing that she was leaning against the door of the store because she felt dizzy. And the fire burning in her center had become so intense it was a wonder she didn’t melt.
“I’ve been fantasizing about what your eyes will look like when I make you climax.”
She was fantasizing, too, and Sierra felt herself slipping. In another few seconds, she would be sitting on the street. She struggled to get a grip.
“Imagine that my fingers are inside of you right now, Sierra. Can you feel them?”
She could imagine it all right, and the sensations that sprang from the image were so real that she couldn’t suppress a moan.
“I’m going to start moving them slowly—in and out. Can you feel that?”
She felt such heat—huge waves of it—and every muscle in her body was tightening, reaching for that promise of pleasure…. In an effort to remain standing, she pressed her legs tightly together.
“Would you like me to go deeper?”
“Yes.” She could almost feel the pressure of his fingers—right where the tension was coiled tightest at the center of her body. She wanted—no, she needed—to be touched right there, at that farthest point.
“I’m going deeper, Sierra.”
His voice was so low, and in response to the words, every muscle in her body strained toward the climax, which built and built until the release shot through her in one, long widening wave of pleasure that went on and on.
Reality trickled back in bits and pieces. Her breath was coming in short gasps, and she was still standing, thanks to the solid door at her back. She felt…weak, but…wonderful.
A car honked on the street. Another answered, and then a third. Sierra opened her eyes to see a man roll down the window of his car and wave a fist in the air at the vehicle in front of him. “You idiot!”
The man in the car blocking the intersection opened his window and made a rude gesture.
As the discussion on the street increased in volume, Sierra became very much aware of her surroundings. She was standing in the doorway of a shop in the middle of Georgetown and she’d just…
“Sierra?”
She’d just…he’d just… Some of the heat in her body flooded her cheeks. “You…I…we just had phone sex.”
“Just trying to make the most efficient use of my ten minutes. How’d I do?”
Phone sex. She’d never in her life done anything quite that…wild before. And it certainly hadn’t been in her five-step plan. But then she’d known that this man would be hard to follow a plan with. And there was a part of her that had enjoyed every minute of it.
She wanted to laugh. “You’re…” She paused to search for the right word.
Just then, she heard an alarm sound.
“Our time’s up. As a speed date, how would you rate me, Doc? And remember that I have a very fragile ego.”
“Right. I’ll bet it’s about as fragile as a steel-rein-forced door.”
Ryder laughed. “Good one. If you were here, you could see me pulling the imaginary arrow out of my heart.”
As the picture formed in her mind, she smiled—until she glanced down at the blue card she’d dropped. Stooping to snatch it up, she said, “I really do have to go.”
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