Page 60 of Follow My Heart

“Mmm. You like your woman barefoot in the kitchen?” I teased as I turned in his arms.

“Something like that.” He lowered his head, his lips touching mine.

I pulled back after a few soft kisses. “What about Faith?”

“She falls asleep quickly.” He glanced at the clock. “We can watch TV in my room for a bit.”

“Okay.” I hadn’t planned on sleeping over again. I thought he’d want to keep it platonic with his daughter here. But I’d take whatever I could get.

Ryder made me feel things I never had before, and our relationship had moved from contemplating dating to me staying overnight. It felt fast but right at the same time.

We moved to his room, sitting on top of the comforter. He put on a sitcom, one I wasn’t paying any attention to. I was hyperaware of his thigh resting against mine, his arm thrown over the top of the pillows, his fingers playing with the ends of my hair.

I felt like a live wire by the time he leaned in close and said, “I think she’s asleep.”

The bedroom door was already locked, and my heart was pounding. Was this when we did more of what we had last night? Would he want to go further? Was he comfortable playing around with Faith asleep in her bed down the hall?

I licked my lips, and his gaze fell to track the movement. “What did you have in mind?”

He urged me closer, and I threw one leg over his lap to straddle him. “This is a good start.”

I settled over his lap, his hardening cock underneath me. “Mmm. I like this.”

His hand drew my neck down so that he could kiss me, and I ground over his cock through my leggings. I wanted more, so much more. But I wasn’t sure if he was ready for that. Had he hooked up with anyone since Stacy walked away from him? Was I his first?

Would he regret this immediately afterwards? I didn’t want to be his rebound, but I couldn’t seem to tap into that logic while his tongue explored my mouth.

His fingers played with the hem of my dress. “Can I take this off?”

I nodded, my breath ragged. I helped him ease it over my head. Then he threw it somewhere off the bed. His gaze was drawn to my breasts that were barely contained in the light blue bra I’d chosen for tonight.

It was sweet yet sexy, the perfect combination. And Ryder might have been the only man who’d looked at me with such reverence. “You’re gorgeous.”

Then he reached around and unhooked the clasp as if he’d done it a hundred times before. The straps fell off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the bed.

My nipples were hard, begging for his attention. He cupped a breast as he leaned in and took the nipple into his mouth. I groaned as I arched into him, needing more.

His wet mouth on my nipple drove me impossibly higher. My movements over him were shaky and uncoordinated. I needed more.

“You need me?” Ryder asked as he pulled back, then moved to the other nipple.

“Yes.” I was afraid to ask for more when I wasn’t sure if he was going to change his mind. Decide this wasn’t what he wanted, or it was too soon. I felt myself holding back, bracing myself for the inevitable pullback. It would have been understandable.

Ryder picked me up and set me to the side while he removed his shirt, then shoved his pants down, then off. It happened so quickly; all I could do was track his movements and admire the large swaths of skin available for me to view.

His pecs were hard, and his abs defined. A fine smattering of hair led the way under his boxer briefs. The bulge underneath was large and straining. I wanted to ease his discomfort. I went up on my knees and hooked my fingers in the waist band.

He lifted his hips so that I could pull them off. I tossed them behind me, then feasted my eyes on his cock. It was larger than any I’d seen, hard as a rock, and leaking precum. I wanted more.

I gripped the base, mesmerized by the way it jerked from my touch. Then I followed my instinct to lick off the wetness on the tip.

His hips bucked off the bed. “You’re killing me.”

“In the best way possible?” I asked before I took him inside my mouth.

I sensed his heated gaze on my face, and for once in my life, I felt powerful. As if I was the only one who could make him feel this good. I squeezed the base, alternating licking the tip and sucking him into my mouth. Each time I hollowed my mouth, he flexed his fingers as if he was holding himself back.

I pulled off. “You can touch me.”

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