Page 67 of Rescuing Ryder

“I didn’t want to compromise your reason for staying here. You’re under Serenity Mountain’s care.”

“You keep reminding me of your mantra. How long do you plan to hide under it?” Ryder advanced toward her.

“What do you mean?”

“You sit in your office and spout your bullshit, but the good ’ol doc can’t take her own advice.” He invaded her space.

Claire stepped back. “What advice?”

“Telling the damn truth. You want to hide behind your degree because you’re afraid of me,” Ryder accused.

She punched him in the arm. “I’m not afraid of you.”

Ryder jerked his head as he laughed softly, “There ya go, with all your aggression, again. You might want another outlet for all this confusion and anger.”

Claire stared at his mouth. Her lips parted, and her tongue swiped her bottom lip; her breath came out in shallow pants. Claire’s gaze lifted to see his hazel eyes pinned on her. When they clashed with hers, Ryder captured her mouth, pushing her back against the wall. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as her tongue tangled with his.

“Say it, Claire. Tell me you want this as much as I do,” Ryder growled.

“I want you,” Claire stared boldly into his eyes.

“What are you wearing today? Is it the black jogging bra with the purple stripe or the baby blue with the pink design?”

“Neither.” She smiled.

Ryder picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Pushing Claire against the wall, he unzipped her sweatshirt. He jerked it down her shoulders as she struggled to free herself from the arms.

He cradled her ass, carrying her to the counter and setting her on the bar. Ryder reached under her tee and lifted it over her head. Claire did the same with his, throwing it to the floor.

He ran his hands over the black sports bra, cupping her breasts. Ryder stepped back to slide his hands under her leggings and lifted her slightly to pull them down. Claire’s thin black undies ran high on her hips. His hand traced her hip bone before he bent and nipped her. Ryder pulled her shoes off as her hands roamed frantically over his chest and shoulders. Claire whimpered as he placed a hand in the middle of her chest, pushing her down against the counter. The sound of their gasps filled the room.

“Do you only purchase matching bra and panty sets?” he asked.

“Yes. I like things in order,” Claire breathed out.

“Guess what, Claire Bear? This is messy and dirty and I certainly don’t want order. Don’t ever change your undie choices, Claire. You’re damn hot and I love it.”

She beamed a smile as Ryder kissed her softly. Her hand smoothed the scruff along his jaw.

“Where do you hurt, Claire?”

“I ache right here, low in my belly.” Ryder leaned down as her hands ran through his hair to kiss her lower stomach.

“Where else?”

Claire slid her hand inside her panties. “Here.”

He smiled. Grabbing the sides, Ryder slid them over her hips and down her legs. He kissed her girly parts. His tongue darted out, swiping between the delicate folds.

Claire’s scent tickled his nose as he braced her feet on the counter's edge. He pulled the stool out from under the bar and sat down, inspecting her.

“Where else?” he murmured.

Her fingers trailed down and she touched herself while Ryder watched. His stubble scraped against her thigh, causing her to jump.

“You’re beautiful,” his voice deepened as her finger dipped inside. Ryder captured her wrist and brought her hand to his mouth, licking and sucking her juices from her fingers.

Claire rose and lifted the bra over her head. He pulled her closer to the edge, pressing his hard cock against her. Ryder’s kisses became greedy. He couldn’t get enough of this woman.

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