Animal Magnetism

An eBook By Devi Sparks.

The mail slipped from Hailey's hand as Ryan paused on the threshold for a few electrifying seconds, then surged forward and swept her into his arms.

"I've never done this before," he said, his voice revealing his uncertainty.

"Oh God, me either. This is crazy," she breathed. But crazy didn't begin to describe it.  Insane, irrational, loopy, especially since she had only ever been with one other man--six years ago.  Yet at this moment, it felt like the most rational thing to do in the world.  To deny the moment would seem even more insane than giving in to it.  Perhaps she would examine the ridiculousness of that notion later, but right now her body flamed with need and his body against hers and in hers was all that seemed to matter.

She heard the clatter of a clipboard hitting the floor, heard her front door sough shut, before he backed her against the wall, pressed his arousal into her belly. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he whispered urgently into her neck. It was a 'speak now or forever hold your peace' sort of question.

"No," she whispered back honestly, almost inaudibly.  But she turned her head and kissed his neck, telling him without words that she intended to do it anyway.  Of their own accord, her hands slid around his waist and pulled him more firmly against her. "Please Ryan," she whispered against the column of his throat.

He growled low and pressed her harder against the wall. "Tell me what you want from me, Hailey.  As crazy as this is, I need to hear you say it." His voice was hard, demanding, as his gaze met hers.  "I need you to be sure."

His tone made her stomach flutter with excitement, adding tinder to the inferno that already raged in her

abdomen.  "I want to--" she tried, but couldn't say it.  "I'm sure," she said instead.  His body was pressing painfully against hers now, his thigh wedged between her legs, pinning her pelvis to the wall. She wanted to rock against him, to move, to do anything to create friction where she needed it, but he held her immobile. "You're sure."  His blue eyes glittered.

"Yes, ohgod, please.  I'm sure."  At her feet, she felt a soft vibration as Picasso purred while winding himself around their legs, but her focus was on Ryan, on the burning need between her legs.

Ryan wavered another split second before his lips came crashing onto hers with primal abandon.  Her arms rose to encircle his neck as he lifted her from the floor.

His pulse pounded beneath her fingertips--or maybe it was her pulse, she didn't know.  It didn't matter.

Without hesitation, she opened her mouth to his onslaught of passionate demanding kisses, rocking her hips against him, getting closer and closer to release by the second.

Before she could think any more, his mouth left hers and blazed a fiery trail to her ear, then her neck and shoulders.

Within moments he was lifting her shirt over her head and removing her bra.

She continued to rock against him, savoring the feel of his hands on her breast, of his hot breath on her bare skin.

Her own hands worked first his belt buckle, then the top two buttons of his jeans.  All the while she continued to rock.

"Hailey wait."

She was so close… so close… that his words didn't immediately register.

"Hailey... fuck."  He lifted her higher and stepped away from the wall, carrying her with him.  "I need to be inside you now."

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