Page 61 of All Because I Found You

Ryder’s laugh filled the hallway. “I think we can remedy that.”

She grabbed his face, pulling his mouth to hers, desperate to feel his lips moving against her, to feel his tongue exploring and tasting.

His speed picked up. The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and he dropped her on the bed. He reached behind him, grabbing his shirt and yanking it over his head before tossing it to the ground. She pushed her feet into the mattress, pushing herself further up the bed.

Ryder’s gaze locked on hers, desire and need swirling in his blue eyes. He stalked toward her and nodded his head. “Off,” he demanded.

She fluttered her eyes and looked at him through long lashes. “What do you want off?”

“All of it.”

She flashed him a saucy look and got up on her knees, slowly inching her shirt up her body. She wiggled out of it, bent forward to give him a nice glimpse of her breasts as she unsnapped the hooks. The bra fell, and heat flared in his eyes.

She held her hand out to him, but he shook his head.

“You’re not done,” he said, his voice gruff and sexier than sin.

She fell back, lifting her legs in the air, and very slowly, she slid her dress shorts down her legs. When they hit her foot, she kicked out, sending them flying at Ryder. With an amused grin, he caught them and discarded them to the floor in one quick motion.

“Still not naked,” he said.

She hooked her fingers into her purple lace thong and made a show of pulling them down. She lifted her legs high, pointing her toes at the ceiling as she drew the panties off.

Hands grabbed her hips and yanked her to the edge of the bed. Ryder’s fingers dipped into her slick folds, and his tongue followed. She let out a surprise gasp, but it quickly simmered into a moan.

Electric current ran through her body as his tongue and finger rode her toward orgasm. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to suck her clit just right. He sucked hard, and her entire body jolted. She arched, and his hand on her stomach pushed her into the mattress, holding her in place as he tortured her with a never-ending assault of pure toe-curling pleasure.

Desperate for release, she rocked against his mouth, absorbing the lashes of his tongue and angling her hips to take his fingers deeper. He curled his finger, slashed his tongue across her clit before sucking the swollen bundle of nerves, and her world exploded.

She tumbled over the edge, her body sparking and jolting with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. She couldn’t move, only could endure the waves rolling through her at relentless speed. Ryder’s hands tightened on her hips, and he pulled her to the edge of the bed, shoving his hard cock into her. She cried out at the delicious intrusion, her muscles clamping down on his hard length.

He pumped into her as his hand traveled her body. His thumb stroked the tight bead of her nipple before he dipped his head and took it into his mouth.

“Fuck,” she cried out, her body bowing as she absorbed his thrusts. His hand pressed into her back and lifted her off the mattress. His cock slid in and out of her as he held her in his arms.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, loving the deep angle and taking all of him. He sat on the mattress, going even deeper, and she rocked against him, taking and giving until the world exploded once more and she was crashing, falling over the edge and being swept away on a wave of ecstasy so strong, so powerful, she was helpless. All she could do was close her eyes and let it take her under completely.

Ryder’s hands tightened on her hips, and he thrusted into her, his ass coming off the bed as he slammed into her over and over, until she felt the slick heat of his release.

He collapsed on the bed, taking her with him. She immediately snuggled into his chest, and he kissed her head. “That was fun,” he said, his breaths still coming heavy.

“I think that’s how I should wake up from all my naps.” She kissed his chest above the spattering of hair.

“I can arrange that.”

“Yes, please.”

They lay there in each other’s arms, their breaths evening out, though pleasure still zinged through her body.

She brushed his hair with the palm of her hand, holding it out of his face. “What would you say to me giving you a haircut?”

The slight curve of a smile that had been playing at the corner of his mouth turned downward. “My hair covers my scars.”

“No, your hair covers your face, and I like looking at your face. At all of you.”

“Do you even know how to cut hair?”

“I’ve cut my dad’s, my brother’s, my eight cousins’. I think I can manage.”

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