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“Much better. But, do we have to wait?”

“I’m sure you can convince me.” His hands slide along my sides, under the edge of my silk tank. “Tell me more.”

“Uh uh uh. I wantyouto tell me. What do you want me to do?” I slip off his shirt, my fingers gliding along Ryder’s firm chest, his muscles flexing under my palm.

“I wish I could see you.” The pain and fear have etched lines into his visage. But I won’t give them room to grow.

Not anymore.

“You don’t need to see me. Just feel me. Feel me touch you.” I trail kisses down the planes of his abdomen, smiling when his breath hitches. His entire body clenches in anticipation when I deliver a series of gentle nips along his hip. “Tell me what you want, Ryder. You’ll know I’ll give you anything.”

“I want your gorgeous lips around my cock.”

Ryder arches his hips, groaning as I wrap my fist around his length, stroking him. When I circle my tongue around the tip of his cock, he bucks against me, but I’m not caving to his whims. Not yet. I want to tease him. Push his limits until he’s desperate.

I spend the next few minutes driving him out of his mind, my tongue gliding along his shaft, until his hands knot in my hair, holding me in place. “Suck me.”

With a smile, I take him deep, earning a growl of pleasure as my mouth works him over. His fingers tighten their grip as his hips buck against me, both of us losing ourselves to the moment as I coax him closer to the edge.

“I need inside you. Now.” Pulling me up the length of his body, his fingers shove my g-string aside as he sinks inside me, a hum of satisfaction escaping us both. Ryder wraps his hands around my hips, bottoming out as he grinds against me. “Ride me, Gigi.”

I circle my hips slowly around his cock, whimpering as the feelings threaten to explode. He’s so deep inside me, his fingers bruising my hips as they hold me flush against him. “I want to feel you come, Ryder.”

“Ladies first.” Ryder flips me over, his thrusts strong and hard. “You’re amazing.”

“Tell me how I feel.”

He grunts, teetering on the brink of control. “You’re so wet. So tight.”

“What else?”

“The way you smell. It drives me mad. One whiff and all I can think about is being inside you. Taking you. Claiming you. Showing you who you belong to.”

Scratching my nails down his chest, I squeeze around him, earning another low moan. Twining my hand in his, I press my wedding band against his fingers. “I never took it off. I know who I belong to.”

That realization is enough to push my man over the edge, a shout breaking from his lips as he pours himself into me. His broad body collapses onto the mattress as our breathing returns to normal.

“Better?” I tease, tracing my fingers through his beard.

“So much better,” he concurs, as sleep catches hold again.

Lorna is thrilled Ryder and I have patched up our marriage, but her happiness is tempered by the fact that her son is still only able to see shadows, and it’s nearly six weeks since the crash.

The past several weeks have been a rollercoaster of emotions, with the highs of our playful banter dulled by the knowledge that Ryder may never regain his sight. The sadness cutting through his features eats at my soul.

The man was on top of the world. Now, we have to figure out how to get him back there again.

The doctor has started injections in a valiant effort to relieve the pressure, and Ryder is a trooper for each visit. My role never changes. I’m his constant companion and cheerleader, reassuring him that together we can conquer the world.

I think he’s finally starting to believe me, even if he’s brokenhearted by his disability.

I’m also having an increasingly tough time hiding my pregnancy, considering how often I lose my breakfast. And lunch. And dinner. At the rate I’m going, I’ll be skinnier than I was before I became pregnant.

There are moments I’m positive Ryder knows about the pregnancy, but he never asks, and I’m still garnering the courage to tell him. He’s been through so much, but I’m hopeful the news of our baby will bring some much needed joy to his world.

Ryder has made great strides toward his independence. It doesn’t hurt that he’s now allowing the therapists through the door, but we also moved downstairs, and being on the main level gives him access to the kitchen and pool area. Suffice it to say that his neighbors are now well aware of our voracious sexual appetites.

Not that it ever stops us.

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