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“Much bigger.”

“Bigger than a car?”

Even though his tone is light, I sense the hesitation underneath. The idea that I, like so many other women, are more into his deep pockets than him.

Time to put that one to bed.

“Make love to me.” A silence descends on us as I breathe the words to life, his blue eyes glittering in the moonlight. “Please.”

“You never have to beg. I’ve waited forever for you.”

“Let’s not wait anymore.”

Ryder carries me from the pool and lays me on the lounger, his muscled frame settling over me. His mouth captures mine, but it’s not frantic or hurried. It’s as if he’s trying to convey all the emotions he pent up for years.

Stroking along his jaw, I release a soft squeal when he nibbles my palm, his eyes intent on me as his hands drift across my skin.

Still, an undercurrent of hesitation remains.

“What is it, Ryder?”

“I want this to be perfect for you.”

A quiver rushes through my body as years of desire course through me. Rising up, I wrap my hand around his nape, dusting kisses across his lips. “It will be perfect. It’s with you.”

My words release the bonds holding him back, as desire flames in his face. Ryder reclaims my mouth, teasing me to new heights as his fingers dive into my heat.

Arching against him, I let the fears fall away, replacing the emotion with pure fire. A fire that grows with every rasp of his tongue against my skin, my muscles tensing with the rising feeling.

He slides his cock along my slick skin, and I tighten my grip about his waist, desperate for more.

So much more.

Hovering over me, our gazes lock, his breathing heated against my skin.

“Be mine, Ryder,” I beg, my voice a soft request.

“I’ve always been yours.” With a heated groan, Ryder buries himself inside me, and I want to scream from the flood of sensations. Grasping my hips, he slides home, again and again, his movements slow and delicious, drawing out each second into a lifetime of exquisite pleasure.

When his mouth seizes mine, I slide my tongue against his, my fingers digging into his neck and holding him close.

Never close enough.

“You’re perfect, Gigi. You feel so perfect,” Ryder moans, arching my hips to penetrate even deeper. Filling me more.

Taking all of me and making me his.

“We’re perfect,” I breathe, my blood pounding in my ears as my body threatens to implode.

That slow, sexy smile crosses his features as he continues to drive me closer and closer to the edge. “I feel you. Let go, Gigi.”

With a cry, I dig my nails into his back, scratching along his smooth skin as every cell in my body blasts apart.

Nothing has ever felt this good. Not even close.

But Ryder has no intention of leaving me with only one incredible climax. He works my body over, wringing another one from me within moments of the first, this one even more powerful than the last.

Gripping his shoulders, I pant out my demand. “Come for me, Ryder.”

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