Page 9 of Carnal

“Would you get back togeth—”

“No!” I shake my head and stare at him, my gaze locked on his. “God no. I loveyou,Ryder. I wantyou.”

“I want you so bad, Sasha.” He nods and looks away for a long moment before turning back again, and for the first time since I came earlier, I remember how insanely difficult this must be for Ryder. If any of this gets out, his relationship with his son would be fucked forever.

“I can’t imagine how hard this is for you.” I climb off his lap and begin pacing the room like a lunatic. “I’m sorry. God, you’re here to help me with the windows and I’m climbing all over you like a freaking nympho.”

He unfolds his giant body from the couch and meets me in the center of the cabin. “I do need to fix the windows, but I’m here because I can’t stop thinkin’ about ya. I’m here because, as hard as it is to think I’d only get one night, theideaof havin’ at least one sounds better than never havin’ any at all. I want to be responsible, but my body is cravin’ ya, Sasha.”

My heart flutters, and air enters my lungs in a series of quick successions before I lean into his chest and kiss his lips.The motion is soft at first, then deeper as we take each other's lips in one at a time.

His hands press wildly over my frame, and soon my t-shirt is on the ground, his jeans are unbuckled, and we’re both nude in front of the crackling fireplace like a spell has been cast over us. A spell neither of us are strong enough to break.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” He stands back and looks me over, spinning me in a complete circle before kissing each hard nipple one after the other with a satisfied groan. It’s the small things that keep me in the moment. The noises he makes. The way he touches me. The look in his eyes as he studies my every inch of my body.

I’m not perfect. My hips are far too wide, my stomach hangs, and my tits, though large, don’t stand at attention like I’d like them to.

Ryder doesn’t focus on any of that. He looks at me like he’s drunk on every inch of my body, and I’ve never felt more confident in my life.

When he’s looked me over hard and well, I do my own inspection. Those wide shoulders, his broad chest, the way his muscles flex and ripple down his inked arms, and the patch of hair beneath his collarbone, traveling down his stomach. I follow every line, every scar, every inch of him, until I’m stroking his hot, thick shaft.

He leans forward, resting his head against mine as I touch his length. He’s huge, just as I’d imagined… maybe bigger. Either way, I’m not sure how all of that fits inside of me, but I’m willing to try.

He kisses me again, working his lips over my neck and down the sides of my shoulders, breathlessly grunting as I work his shaft. He’s sticky at the tip, and he smells like cedar and musk… like a man. Like the manliest man. Like the kind of man I want to breathe in for the rest of eternity and never look back.

I should tell him I’m a virgin, that this is all new. In my dreams, I always thought it was a good idea to keep it hidden. But here, in this moment, I know he wouldn’t judge me.

Staring up at him, my hand still on his girth, I open my mouth to speak. I don’t know why I’m nervous. Maybe because it’s embarrassing. How could I be a twenty-five-year-old virgin? Most people have sex in the back seat of some high school car by the time they're seventeen. “I’m… I’ve never donethisbefore.”

His eyes widen and his mouth opens as his hands slide against my cheeks softly. “You’ve never…ever?”

I shake my head and swallow hard. “Never. I… it didn’t feel right with anyone but you.”

In one soft breath, he lifts me up off the ground and presses me up against the back wall. My legs are wrapped around his waist, my bare pussy soaking his stomach.

“I should want to be more careful with you now,” he growls lowly into my ear, “but for some reason, I want to take you harder and make you my own.” His eyes glaze over, and his tone is ragged as though the careful, wary parts of his soul just fled this reality.“I need you, Sasha. I need to be the only man that’s ever touched you. The only man that’ll ever be inside of you.”

His hand rubs against my clit and two thick fingers slide inside, working in a beckoning motion that sets my nerve endings sparking uncontrollably.

With every thrust of his fingers, he breathes harder against my neck, scraping his teeth against my shoulders as my body shakes. “You’re so tight, baby. My beautiful, sweet girl.”

I want this to last for days. I want him to touch me and touch me until my skin is raw, until we’re both out of energy and we’re heaving for air.

His finger touches a spot that feels life changing, and I shriek, jumping up in his arms.

“Fuck! You like that?” he growls. “Tell me where to touch you.”

“Right there. I like it right there, and a little to the left. Oh… yeah.” I squeeze my legs together locking his fingers in place, but my eye catches a truck pulling up the driveway, and I know right away who it is.

“Mason?”

“What?” Ryder stares at me, a confused look in his eye.

“Mason is here.” I wiggle down from his arms, and suddenly the freedom of our moment comes crashing to a halt.

Chapter Six

Ryder

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