Page 60 of Redemption

She rode his hand, her breasts swaying until her mouth opened, a silent shout falling from her lips as if she couldn’t make a sound. Her pussy clenched his fingers, climaxing powerfully for him.

She shivered despite the heat and hot water. “That was heaven.”

Her fiery lips met his neck, her tongue licking over his thumping pulse as he strained to control the lust in his veins. Ryder palmed her breasts as she whispered, “I need this so much.”

Him too. He swooped down in the water, grabbing the pajama pants, and extracted the condom. He held it between them, asking if she was sure without a word. She nodded.

“You change your mind…” Ryder tore the foil packet open and sheathed himself, tossing the crumbled wrapper over the shower door.

“I won’t.” She worked against him, fingernails scraping his back. Her leg crawled up his thigh, and Ryder kissed her, tongue stroking, lung searing, until he had her backed against the wall. Her leg hitched high, and he caught it in his hand.

His forehead touched hers, their eyes met, and he tried to read her, making sure her words had been the truth and not that she was forcing away a hated memory. All he saw was crystal-clear desire that mirrored his own. He guided his sheathed cock against her pussy.

“I…”Never wanted this more. Never needed something so bad.He didn’t know how to finish as he nudged his blunt head into her soul-stilling heat. Even through the latex, he was close to coming undone. Restraint was his gift, but his limits were tested as Victoria arched, beckoning him to fuck her.

Tension burned in his muscles.

“Oh, that’s…” she gasped.

“Good.” He flexed against her, and water sprayed their faces. “And tight.”

Water sprayed against the back of his neck as, inch by inch, his dick slid into heaven.

Victoria’s gaze never wavered as though the strength of his stare was enough to hold her up.

“Sweetheart.” He carefully pumped into her, at a loss for words. “You’re beautiful.”

Her eyes closed, and her head dropped back, tipping against the tiled wall. “Ryder, God, this…”

Finally, dizzy with sensation and seated fully inside her, he leaned forward and whispered the rest of what she hadn’t said, “Was what we needed.”

Because it wasn’t just her.He’d been on the edge, clawing at the need that roared beneath the surface. Biting her earlobe as gently as he could stand, he stretched and slid his shaft from her and committed to memory her knee-quaking gasp in his ear.

“You like me inside you, love?”

“I need you inside me.” She kissed him, biting on his lip, then let her tongue dance with his even as her body strained to accustom to his size, his girth. Every gasp proved that she loved how it felt.

She moaned and begged, faster and harsher, the teaser of orgasm far away enough to torture her with what she’d had recently, and Ryder wanted desperately to feel her pulse, planted deep in her body.

He drove back. Stronger. Deeper. She clung to him from the inside out, and his molars clamped. “Victoria, love. Grip me like that.”

“Yes.” She panted uninhibited as she clung, holding him tight, rubbing him, kneading him, goddamn, driving him wild.

He thrust, capturing her to the wall, keeping her leg high in the air. She began to tremble. Her nails dug into his skin, and he wanted her to leave marks.

“God, Ryder.God.”

Her convulsing pussy muscle milked and spasmed, rolling over his cock like thunder. He couldn’t take it—too much, too powerful— and her addictive climax tore through him, dragging him toward the storm. His muscles tightened. His mind spun as lightning strikes ran down his spine, and white-hot electricity pulsed in his veins. He came hard, the most excellent, most intoxicating release straining into her shuddering body.

He collapsed forward, his elbow catching him against the wall over her shoulder while he gently released her other leg and held the limp woman to his chest.

She was a mind eraser. That had been so ridiculously good. He tipped her head back, landing a chaste kiss on her lips then stepped them apart. “Never met the likes of you before, love.”

“I could say the same thing.” She let lips move to his neck then left a trail of kisses with long, lazy strokes against his skin.

He could be in this shower all day—

She stopped abruptly. “Ryder?”

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