Page 61 of Follow My Heart

One hand rested tentatively in my hair as if he was afraid to use too much pressure. I closed my eyes, humming around his length. He was an ice-cream cone I wanted to devour. He was my favorite flavor I couldn’t get enough of.

With a strangled groan, he pulled me up so that I was next to his hip. “I want to see you naked.”

He helped me get out of my leggings and panties, not wasting any time dipping his fingers into my wetness.

I whimpered as his fingers eased inside me. It was nice, but I wanted more. I wanted his cock filling me up.

He moved over me as if he could read my mind, grabbing a condom from his nightstand. “Are you sure about this.”

I nodded, never surer about anything. This was the boy I’d latched onto in second grade. The one I felt safe enough to ask to be my boyfriend, then proceeded to hold his hand and act out a wedding ceremony in front of our friends at recess.

I wondered if I sensed that we were meant for each other back then. Or was it that connection that made things easier now?

When he lined his cock up with my entrance, my legs spread wider to accommodate him. I lost my train of thought.

His gaze was intent on the spot where his cock was slowly entering me. I closed my eyes to savor the feel of him inside me. He eased in a few inches, then paused before pulling out and sliding farther inside. He was giving me a chance to adjust to his girth.

My heart squeezed painfully. Everything this man did made me like him even more. He was thoughtful and kind and considerate in bed.

But I wanted him to let loose. I wanted him a little wild. I wanted the suit-wearing single dad to let go only with me.

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down to me so I could kiss him. His movements were less measured, his hips moving instinctually.

This wasn’t the carefully controlled Ryder. This was him losing control, and I loved every minute of it. I ran my nails down his back lightly to gauge his response. He growled as he thrust harder.

I whimpered, powerless to control his response anymore. I was limp in his arms, desperate for him to help me over the edge. I needed something. My body was strung tight, and with each pass of his cock, the burning sensation was more intense.

“Ryder. Please.”

He lifted back slightly so he could ease a hand between our bodies that were slick with sweat. When his thumb touched my clit, I jerked in response. I bit my lip as he continued the onslaught of his cock thrusting inside me and his thumb pressing against my clit.

I stilled right before my body detonated, exploding into a million bright stars. He braced his hands on either side of me and redoubled his efforts, sliding in and out of me with ease. “I love watching you come.”

I was lost in him, the intensity and determination I observed in his gaze. With one final thrust, he shook over me, his body trembling as he came down. He lowered his body so that his weight rested on top of me.

His head rested in the space between my neck and shoulder. He kissed lightly there before easing up and off me. He took care of the condom as he walked, tossing it in the trash in the bathroom. I heard the water come on. The door to the bathroom was open, the light still off.

Then he was on the bed, a wet washcloth between my legs. He cleaned me, then tossed it in the corner. Then he gathered me to him. He kissed my temple.

“Any regrets?” I forced myself to ask lightly. I’d understand if there were.

“None.” He said it with such confidence; my body relaxed into his, and I reveled in the feel of his naked skin against mine.

CHAPTER 14

RYDER

Violet fell asleep almost immediately after we had sex for the first time last night. But I wasn’t done with her yet. I drifted off, then reached for her in the middle of the night. This time she rode me, the light of the moon illuminating her body, giving the entire experience an ethereal quality.

Time seemed to slow, and there was nothing but the rise and fall of her body over mine, the delicious heat surrounding my cock, and her soft skin under my palms. I couldn’t get enough of her.

When I woke, the sheets next to me were empty. I reached for my phone, hoping she hadn’t left without leaving some kind of a note. But she wouldn’t want Faith to see it.

There was a text.

I didn’t want to wake you, and I didn’t want Faith to find me in your bed. I didn’t think you were ready for that.

I wasn’t, and I appreciated her forethought because I hadn’t even thought about moving to the couch last night. And we didn’t have a reason for her to be staying overnight. Her car had been parked in the driveway.

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