Page 87 of Redemption

He shook his head. “Nope. But I found a great place that made an order to go.”

“Oh, you’re a smart cookie.” She walked into his arms, needing his bare skin against her hands. “A sexy one at that.”

His mouth took hers, and she melted into his kiss. This was a future she didn’t know existed. A man who kissed like a hurricane of need and held her like he hungered for it to last for hours.

When he set her free, Victoria was adrift in an explosion of arousal.

“I went exploring today.” He walked his fingers along her arms. “Left to my own devices.”

She tilted her head toward the kitchen. “Guess it worked out for us.”

“Forget the food.”

“Oh yeah?” Her eyebrows arched, unsure what he meant.

“I went snooping too.”

A blush crept up her neck, still unsure what he meant, but the scandalous tone of his words had a heat that made her insides clench. “Where?”

“Come with me, love.”

Ryder turned them from the kitchen and took her hand. At the base of the stairs, he moved her in front of him, hands on her hips, massaging her sides as he urged her to keep going.

Three stairs up, and she looked over her shoulder. “Wherewere you snooping?”

“You haveonevibrator.”

She laughed. “Yup.”

“Don’t you ever want to change things up?”

Her laugh deepened as she turned to face him. “It’s more a functional thing.”

“Trust me, love.” He yanked her close. “Nothing about getting you off is functional. You enjoy the hell out of orgasms.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, and the fire in her cheeks heated a thousand degrees. Not because she was embarrassed, but because he was right.

Ryder moved close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. His hands moved to her ass, squeezing. “And you biting that lip, looking at me like you’re starved, says I’m right.”

She released her lip, not even realizing that she was biting it. “Maybe you’re right.”

“When I’m not here, I want you to think of me.” His fingers moved to the buttons on her pants. “You touch yourself, you better know I wish it was me doing it.”

A stuttering breath fell from her lips. “I promise.”

He unfastened her pants and tugged them down with her underwear, and she stepped clear of them. Ryder held her eye as his hand moved between her legs, slowing stroking her. “Because you better believe this is what I’ll dream about. Your pussy. Wet for me.”

The teasing was torture. The best kind where she never wanted the slow buildup to end. “I like that.”

He focused his attention on her clitoris, rubbing circles, varying the speed, the pressure, then moved back to long strokes. “I like all of this, love.”

Nodding, she was to the point that words were secondary to enjoyment.

“Sit down, love.”

She didn’t think as he eased her back onto a step, only mildly frustrated that his contact had broken away, but the anticipation of what was to come more than made up for that.

“Spread your legs.”

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