Page 52 of Redemption

“No. Feelings scare away pussies. That’s it.”

“Oh.” Cheeks on fire, she dropped back onto the pillow.

“Nothing wrong with those things. Taking it slow. Whatever.” He leaned over her. “But, fuck, I like kissing you. You okay with that?”

Her cheeks were still hot. Neck too.Everything, actually.“More than okay.”

“C’mere.”

Deep lust she hadn’t expected to spring back into her blood so fast warmed her neck in an entirely different way than her embarrassed flush, heating her in all the places she hadn’t expected to feel so hungry, so alive, under his steady touch. She liked how the hint of desperation fed her need her to remove every last slip of air between them.

His weight leaned on her, pressing her hip into the mattress as Ryder leaned over.

Every kiss lasted forever and never seemed long enough. Tension built so tight she wanted to scream, and Ryder knotted his hand in her hair. She startled, shifting.

“Sorry.” He released the strands too quickly, and the feeling was gone.

It wasn’t that it hurt or that it reminded her of before, just that it was closer to what she needed. Her body ached with the need to come. His too, probably. This was torture.

“Don’t say that.” Victoria rested her hand on the one he was sliding away. “It’s the one thing I really need from you.”

“I’m not going to lose control, love. Promise.”

Please. Lose control.She gripped his hand, all of her clinging to him, needing so much from him that she didn’t know where to start. Victoria opened her eyes, and Ryder was still on his side, she was still on her back. “I trust you.”

He let his fingers drag down her chin and walk along her jaw line.

“Why are you watching me?” she whispered.

“It’s becoming one of my favorite things to do.”

She melted on the inside then wanted to curse him for letting her feel that good without touching her body. But instead, Victoria wove her fingers with his and pulled his hand to her chest. Her heart beat a quick cadence. “Touch me.”

“I’m dying to.”

She held her lungful of air as he separated their hands and ran over the mounds of her breasts. Her eyes fluttered shut as her breath exhaled. Ryder massaged and teased, pulling moans from her as she relaxed and fell deeper into the throes of arousal until his palm rested on her tummy, his fingers feathered out, rubbing over her pajama shirt.

“Ryder…” She inhaled and touched his forearm, praying he knew she wanted his hand further down. “Please don’t stop.”

He held her eyes before slipping his fingers under the waistband of the pajamas and underwear. The pads of his fingertips carefully drifted south, gently teasing over the bud of her clit and stroking back across her folds. “Soaked, love.”

“Yes.” Ecstasy nearly over took her, and he’d barely touched her. “I am.”

Ryder let the back of his knuckles rub over her nub as he drew his hand back, and her clit enjoyed the slight touch. She cupped her hands to his cheeks and pressed her lips to his as Ryder began to stroke her in time with how she kissed him until she couldn’t any more.

“Oh…” Her mouth gaped when he spread and teased her entrance. Mind spinning, her body thundered from the inside out. She widened her thighs.

“Such a sweet one.” Gently, Ryder eased a finger inside her body.

She needed his invasion. Wanted. God, she hadn’t been able to breathe for so long. Finally, she could just because he’d breached what Ivan had been taking without permission.

“Ryder.”

“Slow, yeah.” His husky voice massaged her senses as his deft finger that moved in painstakingly circular motions, still easing up and down. He was doing such wonderful things, playing with her until he eased another finger into her. “Yeah, you like this?”

“Yes,” she promised him. Her hips rocked in time with the rhythm of his wrist.

With every careful thrust, Ryder erased part of the past. Not that she’d be able to escape the memory of Ivan, but she’d never thought this would bring her pleasure again. Ryder deepened and let his fingers curve.

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