His kiss nearly paralyzed me. It was so passionate, so full of fire, and my whole body throbbed, the sensation culminating between my legs. He wanted to get more dominant in the bedroom, and he wanted me to be more submissive…

The whole idea was making me shake with desire.

For someone like me to submit in the bedroom…

It seemed unreal. I’d ask Melanie about it sometime…

Sometime…later.

For now, I was kissing Ryan Steel, our mouths fused together, sighs and groans leaving both our throats and vibrating into each other.

After several amazing moments of the most passionate kiss I’d yet experienced, he broke away from me, panting.

“Bedroom,” he grunted, and then scooped me up in his arms.

Had anyone suggested to me a month ago that I’d enjoy being given the caveman treatment, I’d have laughed. But being in the arms of Ryan Steel, easily the best-looking man on the planet, being carried into his bedroom where he would fuck me wildly…

I couldn’t wait.

When we arrived, he set me down gently and then eased the band out of my ponytail, letting my long hair fall over my shoulders and down my back. I’d secretly been hoping that he’d pull on it again, but clearly that wasn’t his plan tonight.

His plan…

His plan.

I wanted it to be his plan. I wanted him to take the lead, to dominate me, to push me into submission.

My juices trickled just thinking about it.

Ruby Lee. Assertive police detective by day. Submissive by night.

My mind whirled with the concept and then kaleidoscoped with only images, feelings, as Ryan literally tore the tank top from my body.

The lavender tatters landed on his dark hardwood floor. I met his gaze. He wasn’t sorry that he’d ruined one of my only shirts that wasn’t a white button-down. No, his eyes were not in the least remorseful. They were full of fire, of desire, of unrelenting passion.

My nipples hardened further against the fabric of my bra.

Within seconds, that same bra had joined the cotton tatters of my tank on the floor, and I stood before him topless, my nipples aching.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said, pinching one.

I gasped.

“Too much?” he asked.

“No. Not too much. Please. Do whatever you want to me.”

I truly meant those words, not even knowing what they might entail. I hadn’t experienced everything that was possible in the bedroom. Not even close. Acts might exist that had never even entered my mind.

I didn’t care.

At this moment, I wanted whatever he wanted, whatever he longed for. I’d give him what he needed when he needed it. Always.

Because this was who I ultimately was and I hadn’t known it?

Or because I was in love with Ryan Steel?

Probably a mixture of both.

Whatever. I’d figure it out later. Right now, I wanted to please him more than I wanted my next breath. If he wanted to shred every piece of clothing I owned, I’d let him.

He pushed me down so I was sitting on the bed and then removed my shoes and socks, my jeans and panties.

“No thong?” he grunted.

“I only own one,” I said, breathless.

“Let’s remedy that.” He spread my legs and inhaled. “God, you smell so good. So ripe.”

Ripe I was. Ripe enough that if I were a tomato, I’d have fallen off the vine a while ago.

He ran his fingers through my slick folds, and I tensed. I wanted more. So much more. He knelt by the side of the bed and swiped his tongue across my slit. And God almighty, I nearly flew into an orgasm just from that one small touch of his tongue to my pussy.

Pussy. Funny how I could think the word now without feeling embarrassed.

“You taste so good, baby. Sweetest pussy on earth.”

For a few seconds, I wondered how many pussies he could actually compare the taste of mine to, but then I fell backward, melting into the bed as he tugged on my labia and then on my clit. He ate at me, sucking me, licking me, and I reveled in it. He shoved his tongue into my channel, and though I wished it were his cock, I shuddered anyway. So good.

Melting… Slowly melting into the softness of the bed, my pussy being pleasured so completely by this amazing man. Ryan Steel.

My fingers found my nipples, and I started toying with them, first gently, and then not so gently. They were hard as berries, aching for the pleasure I was giving them, aching even more for Ryan’s touch.

“So hot when you touch yourself like that, baby,” he said, his voice muffled between my legs.

That made me even hotter. Not only was I pleasing myself, I was pleasing him. My new goal in life. To please Ryan Steel.

“Here, let me.” He reached upward, his mouth still between my legs, and covered my hands with his own. Then he pushed my hands away and twisted both of my nipples while he sank his tongue into my heat.

I moaned, closing my eyes, floating among the silk of his covers. My hips began moving of their own volition, my feet still on the ground. I grated against his face, sliding my slit up to his nose and then down to his chin, his tongue hitting every part of my pussy.

“Ryan. My God. Ryan!”

I shattered into his face, his tongue. He lapped at me as I rose in orgasm, my body shaking, my mind whirling.

“You’re so hot, Ruby.” He sucked on my clit, igniting more fire within me. “So fucking hot.”

All cognitive thought left me, fractured images replacing it as my mind raced with the sensations flowing through my quivering body. His mouth never left mine, even when my clit became so sensitive I wasn’t sure I could take it. Still he kept at it, torturing me with pleasure.

“Come again, baby.”

And with his command, I did, flying high this time, the convulsions traveling through my arms, my legs, into my fingers and toes, and then catapulting back between my legs, to the very core of me. That private place known only to Ryan Steel.

My mind left my body, floating above me, watching him pleasure me but still feeling every ounce of sensation.

The clink of a belt buckle. The zing of a zipper. And then his cock filling me as still I pulsed around him.

So full. Never empty again. Never empty with Ryan Steel in my life.

“Ryan!” I cried out with each thrust.

“Ruby,” he gritted out in response. “My God.”

He pushed into me harder, again and again, until he thrust so deeply I was sure he’d touched my heart. As I spasmed around him once more, he groaned, his weight atop me, and I never, ever wanted this feeling to end.

When we both returned to earth, panting, he moved from me and lay next to me on the bed, our legs hanging off.

“God,” he said. “It’s never been like this before. Never with anyone but you.”

Warmth spread through me, and I waited for those three little words.

But they didn’t come.