Page 24 of Fighting for You

Ryder’s hands began to roam down my neck and to my waist as he placed small kisses over every inch of my trembling body. As I allowed my body to be taken over by Ryder. My eyes roamed over his body, examining every muscle, curve, and...tattoo. Now that was an exciting find. Licking my lips, I felt an urge to reach out and lick the colors inked into his arm.

Glancing up at me again, Ryder took in a deep breath. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, breathless. “I don’t want you doing anything you aren’t ready for.”

Nodding my head yes, I allowed that to confirm that I wanted him as desperately as he wanted me. Kissing me again as he used his legs to open mine wider. “Yes, I need you,” I breathed.

Crashing his lips to mine, Ryder allowed his tongue to push past my lips. Once inside my mouth, I began to suck on his tongue, in a slow rhythm that drove him insane. My body throbbed with the need to please him as I continued my slow taunt of his mouth. I could feel him growing hard against my leg and from what I could feel, he was working with a lot.

Ryder’s eyes grew wide as he gazed at me. I knew my actions were driving him wild, and that was exactly what I wanted to do. As his hands roamed over the most sensitive parts of my body, I allowed a loud moan to escape from my lips. I arched my back and threw my head back as I inhaled a breath.

“I’m clean,” he advised.

Shit, I hadn’t thought about sex in so long, I didn’t have any condoms available.

“Me too,” I replied. “I could go check the bathroom for a condom, if you want,” I ask.

I am hoping he says no. While reckless, I don’t want him to get off of me right now. We are so close to crossing that line of no return.

“Would you hate me if I said I didn’t want you to use one? I’ve never been inside of a woman without a condom and I want to experience that with you,” he says.

I suck in a breath as his statement both shocks and exhilarates me.

“I want to feel you inside of me,” I moan, giving him the ok to move on.

Ryder smirks and then I feel him move my panties before he begins to move inside of me. My clit retracts and opens for him. I gasp as he moves deeper inside of me.

I buck my hips, taking him in as far as I can get. As he begins to rock in and out of me, I hold onto him like he is my lifeline.

My climax builds with each thrust and just when I think I am not going to be able to last any longer, he slows his movements and slips a finger down to rub my clit. I lean in and barely nibble his shoulder to keep from screaming so loud, the neighbors may call the police.

I can feel Ryder’s erection throbbing as he, too, is about to find his release.

“Faster. Harder,” I plead, letting my head fall back.

Ryder begins to move at a quick pace, while trailing kisses down my neck.

“I’m about to come,” he shouts, pulling out of me and shooting his come on the bed.

I climax too, falling back on the bed and smiling as I catch my breath.

Ryder rolls over and props his head on his elbow. His dangerous and flirty smile makes me blush as he looks at me. I am vulnerable right now. Naked and all of my emotions already displayed for him. There is nothing left hidden with this man.

Ryder leans in again and places a soft and sweet kiss on my lips. “That was incredible. You are incredible,” he says.

I brush his hair out of his face and allow my fingers to trail down his cheek. The stubble on his chin feels funny beneath my fingers, but I realize it’s something I want to feel over and over again.

“That was unexpected, but amazing,” I breathe.

“Can I stay the night?” Ryder asks.

I nod, yes, as I fall into his arms. Together, we fall asleep together cradled in one another's arms.

Chapter 22

Ryder

Waking up, I feel a light tickle on my arm. Opening one eye, I spot Meghan’s beautiful face smiling down at me. She doesn’t realize I am awake yet, so I am going to play along with her for a minute.

She gazes at my tattoo. It’s a frog skeleton, outlined in black. For most people, it is a strange image to have inked on your arm forever. For me though, it represents so much. In the SEALS, a frog skeleton tattoo means you have lost a SEAL brother. It holds so much meaning and memories for me. It’s a reminder to never forget where I’ve been, where I’m going, and those who lost their lives to protect us all.

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