He went from the living room to the bathroom and back to the living room in less than a minute. Ten seconds after that, he had a rubber on and was entering Annabelle with one swift thrust.
“Oh Jesus,” he hissed out. She was so tight he nearly exploded from the feel of her inner muscles clamped around his dick like a vise. “Are you always this tight?”
“Probably. You want me to poll my other lovers?”
A laugh lodged in his throat. “No, please don’t.”
“Okay.” She pressed her palm on his chest and stroked his pecs. “Can we stop talking now?”
Her touch seared his skin, causing beads of sweat to pop out on his forehead. Damn, he liked her touch. He liked everything about her—her dark-brown hair fanned out on the floor, her rigid dark-pink nipples, the leg she’d hooked around his waist, the kung-fu grip of her pussy. She looked so fucking hot lying there beneath him, and he had no problem shutting up. In fact, he lost all capacity for speech as he started to move inside her.
Annabelle moved with him, lifting her ass and meeting him thrust for thrust, while her fingernails dug into his back, eliciting little sparks of pain mingled with pleasure.
“I need…fuck,” he swore. “I need to be deeper.”
With a husky growl, he grabbed hold of one of her legs and lifted it up to his shoulder, pushing his cock into her as deep as it would go. Annabelle cried out, a wild throaty sound ringing with pleasure. He nearly came right there and then as he watched her slide her own hand down her body so she could rub her clit.
Biting her full bottom lip, she met his gaze, then parted her lips, moaned and orgasmed.
It was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen, and he wasn’t far behind her, especially when she lifted her head to his shoulder and bit into his flesh, still whimpering and rocking beneath him. Ryan let go, shuddering as a burst of sheer pleasure rocketed through his body, sizzling through his blood and nearly stopping his heart. His climax made the world spin, and by the time his shoulders sagged and his chest collapsed onto Annabelle, he felt ravaged and exhausted and so fucking sated.
Under him, Annabelle was breathing as heavily as he was, and he suddenly realized he was probably crushing her. He gingerly rolled onto his side and, wincing, peeled the condom off his still-hard dick, then raised himself up on one elbow so he could peer down at her. He grinned at the dazed cloud of arousal still glimmering in her eyes.
“I guess we can cross number one off the list,” he said roughly.
“Oh yeah,” she agreed, still sounding breathless. “That was surprisingly good.”
“Surprisingly?” he echoed in mock anger.
“There was always the chance you were all talk and no action,” she replied sweetly. “Overconfident men usually suck in bed.”
“I do not suck in bed.”
“I know. Like I said, you’re surprisingly good.”
“More like incredibly awesome.”
She shot him a sugary smile. “It’s nice to have a healthy ego.”
He bent down and planted a quick kiss on her lips, then pulled back and admired her perfect features. “You really are beautiful, you know that, Annabelle?”
Her cheeks turned pink. “You already got me in bed—well, on floor—so you don’t need to sweet talk me.”
“I’m not sweet talking. It’s true. You’re beautiful.”
He figured she’d object again—all she ever seemed to do was object—but instead she smiled shyly and said, “Thank you.”
Those two words were laced with so much wonder that he had to ask, “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that before?”
A tiny frown marred her forehead. “No. My parents, sure, but you’re the first man who’s ever said that.”
“Then the men you’ve dated before are complete morons.” He dragged his fingers down her bare arm, then rested his palm on her stomach and rubbed the soft skin there. “You’re gorgeous, Annie.”
“So are you, Rick.”
He chuckled. Man, he really liked this chick. Her well of sarcasm never seemed to run dry, and he found himself laughing constantly when she was around. And who could forget the mind-blowing sex they’d just had. When was the last time he’d felt this sated?
Next to him, Annabelle shifted, arching her back to form a little bridge with her naked body. “God, my back kills.”
“Isn’t it worth it, though?”
She mulled it over. “Yeah, I guess it is.” She raised herself up on her elbows, her breasts jutting out enticingly. “I should probably take off.”
“What’s the rush?” he asked, wrinkling his forehead.
Discomfort flitted through her brown eyes. “I figured you had, I don’t know, things to do or something.” She paused. “And it just occurred to me I don’t know a thing about you, except that you live in the building and were sort of involved with Christina.”
“I’ll tell you what, if you stay, I’ll tell you every last thing about myself.”