Kendall Ryan - Craving Him

I rose to my feet and stood before her. “On your knees, Mrs. Shaw.”

A soft whimper tumbled from her parted lips and she obeyed, lowering herself to her knees in front of me. Pretty gray eyes watched mine as her fingers fumbled to open my pants. She gripped my dick through the fabric, making a tortured groan rumble in my chest.

Her eyes widened at the sound as she lowered my zipper and pulled down my pants and boxer briefs, allowing me to spring free. Emmy gripped my base and guided me into her open mouth. Her warmth closed around my tip and I let out a strangled moan.

“Shit,” I cursed, pushing my fingers into her hair. I loved looking down to watch her pleasure me. The way she swirled her tongue and licked me up and down while cradling my balls in one hand, circling my shaft with the other, was fucking incredible. I pulled myself free from her mouth and took her hand to urge her up.

Emmy rose on shaking feet and blinked up at me.

“Turn around.”

She obeyed and I set to work removing her dress, undoing all the tiny little buttons running down her spine. Finally her dress slid down her body and pooled at the floor around her feet.

“Step out of it.” I took her hand and helped her. Emmy faced me, wearing just a little white lace thong and a matching strapless bra. I surveyed her up and down. Creamy smooth skin, full pink lips, generous swell of cleavage that rose and fell with her quick breaths.

I pushed down her bra, exposing her breasts. God, she had perfect tits. More than enough to fill my palms and perky pink nipples. I thumbed one peak and lowered my mouth to tease the other. Emmy pushed her chest out, urging me on.

I slipped one hand into the edge of her panties, leaving them on, but pushed them aside to expose her gorgeous pussy. Sweeping the pad of my index finger over her clit, Emmy shuddered and gripped my bicep. I thrummed against her, keeping up the same rhythm with my fingers and my tongue against her nipples. Within moments, Emmy was coming apart, clawing at my shoulders for support and whimpering as she came.

I held her tightly through the little aftershocks pulsing through her body and pressed tender kisses all over her mouth and neck.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

I almost laughed. She didn’t need to thank me. Making her come was the highlight of my day.

Her eyes flitted from mine to the bedroom door across the suite.

If I took her to bed right now, we’d make love, probably twice, and then fall asleep. Today was by far the best day of my life. I wanted to take my time—I didn’t want tonight to end.

I tucked myself back into my pants and then stroked her cheek with my knuckle. “I don’t want to rush this. Will you join me in the hot tub for a bit?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

While Emmy changed I gathered the chilled bottle of champagne, two glasses, and decadent chocolate-covered strawberries I’d had sent up and brought them all out onto the veranda.

Removing the hot tub cover, I tested the water. Perfect.

I stripped out of my tux, socks, and boxers and climbed into the water to wait for Emmy.

She emerged moments later with her hair in a loose bun and a purple string bikini.

Why had she changed? We had our luggage here for our honeymoon since we left tomorrow, but still.

“Who said you could wear a bathing suit?” I asked, taking her hand to help her in the water.

She gently splashed me. “This way you get to unwrap me like a present.”

“Hmm, I like that idea.” I reached for her. “C’mere.”

She placed a warm, wet hand in mine and I pulled her across the bench seat until we were close enough to touch.

“You looked stunning today.”

“You liked my dress?”

“I loved it. It was perfect.”

“What was your favorite part about today?” she asked.

“Hmm, probably when I heard you read your vows to me in your sweet southern accent. I knew this was really happening and you would be mine.”

She grinned at me. “Was there any doubt?”

I raised a dark brow at her. “You have broken up with me twice,” I teased.

“Now you’re struck with me. Forever.”

“And ever.” I pulled her to my lap, unable to resist taking things further. Her tits were peeking out of the little bikini top in the most distracting way. I needed it off of her.

Guiding her mouth to mine with one hand on her cheek, my other hand went to the back of her neck to untie the strings to her top. Once I freed her of the top, the naughty little thing began writhing in my lap, thrusting her chest out to rub her nipples over my skin. She was so sexy when she took control like this. I loved her confidence.

Emmy’s eyes flew to mine. She felt my arousal nudging against her. The thin bikini bottoms were the only bit of fabric between us and provided little in the way of a barrier.

“I want to get you pregnant,” I whispered in her ear before giving the lobe a gentle bite.

Emmy’s eyes met mine. “Are you serious?”

“Completely.”

A slow, lazy smiled overtook her mouth.

I moved aside her bikini bottoms and pushed one finger slowly inside her. She was soaking wet. I positioned her so that each thigh was beside mine and lifted her up to meet my erection while my eyes met hers.

I pushed inside, entering her slowly, letting her feel every hard inch of me invade her. I wouldn’t rush tonight.

I watched her take me in, her breathing coming in quick pants and her eyes slipping closed.

“Open them,” I growled.

Her pretty gray-blue gaze locked with mine and she began riding me slowly, swirling her hips and rubbing her chest against mine.

“Shit,” I cursed, gripping her hips but letting her use me just how she wanted to.

She slid up and down my length, increasing her speed, and my head fell back against the side of the hot tub. She was too much.

“Emmy . . .” she needed to slow down or I was going to lose it. And there was no way I was finishing before her.

“I’m gonna . . .” she panted, arching her back. Her tight walls pulsed around me and her nails bit into my shoulders as she clung to me.

Pushing deeply into her one last time, I exploded, filling her as I came.

When we’d finished I cradled her in my arms, letting the warm water lull us into relaxation. I held her as our heartbeats slowed, lightly caressing her skin. “I love you, baby,” I whispered, burying my face in the crook of her neck.

She pulled back a fraction to meet my eyes. “I love you, too,” she murmured.

“I know you do. You make me feel like I can do anything, be anything. Like I’m whole. Thank you for loving me despite the millions of reasons not to.”

“I’ve always loved you. Right from the very beginning, even when I knew I shouldn’t.”

I pushed the wet locks of hair back from her face to meet her eyes. “Good girl, Mrs. Shaw.”

Emmy climbed from my lap, rearranging her bottoms but leaving her top floating in the water. I opened the champagne and poured us each a glass.

“Cheers.” I raised my glass to hers.

“To?”

Hmm. I thought it over. “Sex in hot tubs. Dirty texts.” I took her hand, lacing her fingers between mine. “And love without end.”

A pretty smile uncurled on her lips and she clinked her glass to mine. “Sounds perfect to me.”

I have to thank Heather Maven for her keen eye and incredibly honest feedback regarding this story. She helped transform it into something filled with much more angst, and all together better. Thank you to the dear Kylie Scott, fabulous author of new adult romance, who when I email her begging for a critique, always sets time aside to read my horrible first drafts. Thank you lovely.

My darling husband who wholeheartedly supports everything I do, thank you, baby, for listening so attentively when I complain about my characters misbehaving or my word count not cooperating, and understanding when I turn on the light in the middle of the night and begin frantically scribbling in my notebook. You’re made of awesome.

Lots of love to all my fans, I am so grateful for your support, for reading the stories that flow from my head. You make this possible. Thank you isn’t enough, but it’s all I have. THANK YOU!!!!

To my super-agent, Jane Dystel, who has been with me since the very beginning. I’m grateful for all you do to advocate for me and my books. Thank you to my editor, Jhanteigh, and the entire team at Atria for working with me and so patiently answering question after question that I threw at you.

Thank you to Christine and Denise at Shh Mom’s Reading who’ve been supporters of mine from day one. You guys go above and beyond with blog tours and keeping every last detail coordinated so I don’t have to. You are truly professionals and I adore you. I’d also like to give a special shout-out to Flirty & Dirty Book Blog and the Rockstars of Romance; though I’ve been fortunate to receive great support from numerous blogs, these two stand out as major advocates and it’s not gone unnoticed by me. Your support has been exceptional. It means the world to me, ladies! Thank you.

Thank you to my amazing family for standing by my side and always supporting what I do. My support network and friends, author Zoey Foster, Ellie, and my street team, Kendall’s Kinky Cuties, thank you for always cheering me on.