Page 109 of The Christmas You Crash

“I know, Oscar. I’m going to take care of you.” That talented tongue of his circles my clit, and I nearly fly off the bed. He chuckles against my sex. The vibrations are better than any of my toys at home.

Ryder feasts on me until I’m a writhing, whining mess. My arousal covers his chin, and the sounds of him licking and sucking me are obscene.

“I’m close, Ryder. I’m so close. Please.”

And then the bastard stops.

“No,” I whine. I push my hips up, desperate for more friction. “I need to come. Please, Ryder. Please let me come.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to let you come. But I need to be inside of you when you do.” Wiping the back of his mouth with his hand, Ryder pushes up off the bed.

“Where the hell are you going?”

He smirks. “Just grabbing a condom, my impatient love.”

“Wait.” I suck my bottom lip between my teeth. I’ve never been with a guy without a condom. I have an IUD, so I’m not worried about getting pregnant, but I’ve never trusted any man enough to go without before. But Ryder? I trust Ryder implicitly. I know he’ll do whatever he has to in order to protect me. He proved that this morning. So, I take a deep breath and meet his eyes. “I’m on birth control.”

Still. Ryder’s body is so still as he stares back at me. “What are you saying, Alexis? I need your words.”

“I… You don’t need to wear a condom if you don’t want to. I’m clear.”

“I’m clear too, but it’s not just a question of what I want. What do you want?” His fingers skim the insides of my thighs. It muddles my brain for a moment. But just for a moment.

“I want to feel you inside of me. All of you. No barriers.” An impish grin tugs at my lips. “Fill me with your cum, Ryder.”

“Christ,” he hisses. But that’s all it takes for Ryder’s calm stillness to break. In seconds, I’m pinned beneath his powerful body. Those competent hands of his explore my sides, my ass, my breasts as he claims my mouth with his. There is so much emotion in his kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I say on a gasp as one of his hands finds its way between us and he grinds the heel of his palm against my clit. I’m so wet, his hand glides easily over my sex. In no time at all, I’m right back at the edge. “Need you.”

“Don’t worry, Lexi. I’ll never leave you hanging.” The promise expands between us. It’s about so much more than sex and orgasms.

When Ryder lines the silky head of his cock up to my entrance, we watch each other. His gaze only leaves my eyes to drop to my lips when I open my mouth in a silent cry the moment he pushes inside me. It’s so good. To feel him bare, his cock coated in my arousal as he claims my body, is the most exquisite sensation. And if his pained groan is anything to go by, I’m not the only one who thinks so.

“God, baby. You feel so good.” Ryder presses his forehead into the crook of my neck as his hips undulate and flex. “You feel like home.”

Home. I haven’t felt at home in so long. Maybe because I’ve been thinking of home as this nebulous concept that centered around a house and belongings and all the things I thought made my childhood house feel safe. But home isn’t a place. Home is the person who would risk everything for you. Home is the shoulder you rest your head on when life becomes too much.

Home is Ryder Hanson.

A tear slips down my cheek, and Ryder jerks back, his eyes wide and worried.

“Lexi? What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” He tries to pull out of me, but I trap him with my legs.

“You’re not hurting me. And nothing’s wrong. These are happy tears, dummy. Because you feel like home to me too.”

The look of worry on Ryder’s face melts into a smile so devastating I forget to breathe. He slants his mouth over mine and presses into me again. His movements grow faster and our kisses become more frantic.

“Ryder.” His name is a plea. A plea for more. A plea for everything.

And he gives it to me.

We both breathe heavily as Ryder snaps his hips into mine harder, faster. Sweat drips down his face and beads across my chest. The sounds of our lovemaking fill his bedroom. It’s a rhythmic, primal song. Our gasps are the chorus. Skin slapping against skin forms the beat. EachI love youwe utter makes up the verses.

Every cell in my body lights up. Pressure builds and my stomach hollows out. I’ve never felt this kind of anticipation. It’s like I’m a bomb ready to detonate. “Ryder, I’m so close. Please.”

The man I’m in love with stares at me like I’m everything. Sliding a hand between us, he presses on my swollen clit. “Come for me, Alexis. Come all over my cock as I fill you up.”

His dirty words light the fuse, and I finally combust.

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