Chapter 216

The next thing she knew, his lips were on hers. She grabbed his collar and pulled him down to her, lips crashing into his. Ryan froze for half a second, but then he kissed her back. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, hard, hot and consuming.

His hand tangled into her curls as their mouths moved together in a rush of desperation. His tongue swept into her mouth, stealing her breath, her thoughts, her sanity. She gasped, melting against him, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Someone whistled. Someone else laughed. Elena didn’t care. The music faded around them. The lights blurred.

Her thighs parted slightly as his hand slid up the outside of her leg, fingers stopping just before the hem of her dress. The touch was maddening. She moaned softly against his mouth.

She didn’t stop, neither did he.

Ryan pulled back just enough to growl against her lips, "Private room. Now."

Elena bit her lower lip and nodded, feeling dizzy with lust. They stumbled off the barstool together, their bodies pressed, hands grabbing, mouths glued to each other as they moved through the crowd, past the VIP section, down a dimly lit hallway.

They stopped in front of a door near the back. It opened as Ryan swiped a keycard from his pocket and pulled her inside. The door clicked shut behind them, and the noise of the club dulled to a throb through the walls.

The room was sleek and had low lighting. A king-sized bed dominated the space.

Ryan didn’t give her time to think. He backed her against the wall, his hands sliding under her dress, joining their mouths for another kiss. Elena moaned softly as his hands traced her waist, her thighs, her back. She was drunk, too drunk, but it didn’t stop the way her body responded to his touch. Her dress rode higher, and her hands clutched at his shirt, fingers trembling.

“God, you’re…” he whispered, trailing kisses down her jaw, “...unreal.”

She barely heard him. All she could think about was how he tasted, how he felt, how much she didn’t want this to stop.

As they broke the kiss, Elena fell back onto the bed, dress riding high on her thighs. Ryan stood above her, chest rising and falling, eyes locked to her lips. She didn’t wait and pulled him down and kissed him again. Ryan's hands roamed her curves, squeezing and caressing through the thin fabric of her dress. Elena moaned into the kiss, her own fingers tangling in his hair.

By the time they broke the kiss, they were both naked, their bodies flush against each other.

Ryan crawled on top of her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I'm going to worship every inch of you, sweetheart," he growled, lowering his head to her breasts. He lavished attention on her nipples, sucking and licking until they were hard peaks.

Elena writhed beneath him, lost in a haze of pleasure. "Yes, just like that," she panted, arching into his touch.

Ryan kissed a trail down her stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into her navel. He settled between her thighs, breathing in her scent. "You smell amazing," he rumbled, before diving in to taste her.

Elena cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets as Ryan's tongue worked its magic. He licked and sucked, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Just as she was about to reach her peak, exhaustion overtook her and she slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Ryan smiled against her skin, nuzzling her inner thigh before pulling away. He settled beside her, arm around her waist. Her head rested on his chest. His arm draped protectively around her. As the music outside pulsed on, they fell into a heavy, intoxicating sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, unaware of the tantalizing desires their entwined bodies hinted at.