“Ryck.” The word spilled from her throat now, somewhere between a plea and a prayer. “I’ve waited for you forever.”
“Not as long as I’ve waited, sweetling.”
His mercurial eyes probed her expression, his hot gaze sliding over her kneeling body with possessive intent as if he wished to claim her--as if he could not wait another second to thrust inside her. The blatant sensuality made her mouth go dry.