Page 64 of Blue Moon

Although I almost changed my mind when his hand slipped into my shorts. I held my breath, waiting for the fingers to push into my panties, to shove into a place my body didn’t want them to be. But that didn’t happen. Ryder just grazed a finger over the cotton, continuing those deliberate circles, maddeningly slowly, circles that got smaller and smaller until they were focused in one tiny spot. One tiny spot that began to throb and ache, but in a good way. My hips rolled of their own accord, pressing against his hand, against that enchanted finger that teased and caressed. A low moan escaped my lips as a wave of pleasure rolled through me. What was this witchcraft?

“Too much?” Ryder asked, and his morning huskiness gave me goosebumps.

“Not enough.”

“Are you sure?” I couldn’t see his face, but I heard the smirk in his voice. He knew exactly what he was doing, while I absolutely did not.

“Don’t you dare stop.”

The waves kept coming, one after another until I balanced on a crest so high I screwed my eyes shut. When I tumbled over the edge, I went into freefall. The words coming out of my mouth didn’t belong to me. Words like what the hell? and oh my fuck and baby.

“I…I don’t understand.”

“First orgasm, sweetheart. First of many.”

I just lay there staring at the ceiling, my head resting on Ryder’s shoulder. That was what I’d been avoiding? Home-schooling had a heck of a lot to answer for. Mom told me the biology textbook wasn’t important, and after I struggled with reading the first couple of pages, I’d given up. And Jubilee had told me sex was nothing to write home about, even without a panic attack involved. But now…now I realised she only dated the kind of nerds who wore pocket protectors and ironed their underwear, while I had Ryder Metcalfe. It stood to reason that he’d be a wizard in the bedroom.

“Do that again,” I pleaded. “You can do it again, right?”

“You need a minute.”

“I don’t.”

“Moon, you’ll be overly sensitive right now.”

“Really?”

Gently, he guided my hand downward. “Check for yourself.”

Okay, so he was right—again—and also everything was super slippery. My whole insides felt liquified, even my bones, so perhaps that had something to do with it? I sagged onto the mattress, but Ryder was getting up. He was leaving?

“Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom. My cock’s so hard it hurts, and I need to deal with the problem.”

“With your hand?” He’d said something about that before, but I didn’t want him to leave me. “I have hands.”

I sat up as he bent to kiss me on the forehead.

“Moon, I promised I wouldn’t push you, and I intend to keep that promise.”

“Well, I’m pushing myself, okay? Show me what to do.”

He muttered a curse under his breath and headed for the bathroom, and my heart crushed inward. Ryder didn’t trust that I could do this? He thought I wasn’t strong enough to get over my hang-ups? I slumped against the pillows, but then I realised he was coming back. He settled beside me again and put my jar of Chateau Miel Midnight Silk face cream on the bed.

“I only wear that at night,” I told him.

“It’s not for you; it’s for me.”

“You don’t need it. Those little creases around your eyes add character.”

“It’s for my cock,” he clarified. Oh. “We don’t have regular lube.”

“Maybe we could get some? Because that stuff costs four hundred bucks a jar.”

The creases disappeared as his eyes widened. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”

“No, but it’s really good stuff.”

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