Page 106 of Come Break My Heart Again

Ryder’s a really good kisser. He’s the one who taught mehowto kiss, and maybe that’s why our lips touching feels like reunited puzzle pieces.

We fall into a rhythm like choreographed dance partners. There’s no awkwardness. No teeth clashing or tongue biting.

I’m nervous and euphoric and overwhelmed, my heartbeat speeding to a wild flutter in my chest. I’m rapidly reaching a point wheremoreis my only thought.

My hands coast over Ryder’s shoulders and down his back. The lines of bunched muscle are easy to feel through the damp cotton of his T-shirt.

He breaks out of my hold when I reach his waist, grabbing the white box that’s miraculously remained upright on the mattress.

My entire body reacts, watching him swipe a finger through the brown icing. The sugar and butter concoction feels cool and smooth against my skin as he spreads a straight line up the inside of my thigh.

A surprised, strangled sound chokes my throat as his warm tongue follows the path of his finger. Ryder stops south of my skirt, his nose barely brushing the hem.

I roll my head for the best possible view.

Ryder glances up, his intense gaze colliding with mine. A mixture of desire and relief courses through me when I see there’s no hesitation on his face this time. “You trust me?”

I nod.

He reaches under my skirt and tugs my compression shorts down, a small smile appearing as he tosses the navy fabric away. My lace thong hits the floor next.

Nerves pinball through my body as I fist the comforter. We’ve never done this before. I’ve never done this before.

My knees part slowly, excruciatingly aware I’m on full display. It’s vulnerable. But I also feel powerful, not missing the way Ryder’s forearm flexes or how his eyes hood.

The longer he looks, the more impatience erases embarrassment. I spread my thighs as wide as they’ll go, tugging my skirt up so it’s a belt around my waist.

He gets the hint.

Ryder’s head lowers. A shiver quivers through me when I feel his breath hit the spot he just uncovered. He’s blowing on the wetness there, and it’s like the intolerable sensation ofbeing tickled. I exhale harshly and lock my muscles in place, so tempted to squirm.

“Stop teasing.” My voice sounds foreign to my own ears, breathy and high.

“Stop telling me what to do. You’re not in control here, Lo.” His lips land on my hip bone, the tip of his tongue drawing a circle on my skin.

I gasp, the throbbing between my thighs growing more insistent.

Juliet said Alec went down on her in the pool house at Maddie’s party a few weeks ago. Her description of the act was a kid eating a melting ice cream cone. Everything about Ryder’s position, including his confident grip on my leg, suggests skill. I try not to focus on what that means because it’ll puncture the heady anticipation I’m experiencing. I want to pretend I’m the only girl he’s ever touched.

My entire body jolts when I feel his tonguethere. It’s foreign and thrilling, an immediate rush of heat pooling low in my pelvis. He licks the sensitive flesh, and my hips rock into his mouth involuntarily. The flush of arousal is joined by a flash of embarrassment.

Ryder notices. Smirks. “You want more?”

God, I can’t handle having a conversation with him while his face is between my thighs. Any brash confidence has been stripped away.

The next time we hooked up, I was planning to be mature. I was supposed to blow his mind. Not be this … puddle of hormones and emotions.

“Elle. Talk to me.”

I clear my throat. “Yeah, I want more. It feels good. Just … weird too.”

He studies my face, and I know he’s reading the truth about my inexperience with this.

This time, he fills me with a finger. I inhale in response to the invasion, my body slowly adjusting to the sensation as his mouth moves to the bundle of nerves above his hand and sucks lightly. Ryder groans, like this is possibly as good for him as it is for me, a vibration that makes my toes curl. It’s too much. So much. Exactly what I need.

A strangled exclamation leaves my mouth as I’m hit with a dizzying rush of pleasure. I can’t recall ever experiencing anything this potent or powerful.

It doesn’t let up. Doesn’t wane. It ignites and spreads and overpowers, the heat burning away any thoughts at all. I can’t focus on anything except howgoodit feels.

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