Page 83 of Redemption

He would shred her shirt in a nanosecond if he wouldn’t have to take her back to town naked. “Maybe I’ll save the clothing ripping for tonight?”

“Good plan.”

“For now.” He rolled to his side and admired how beautiful she was. “I’ll take my time. Touch you.” His fingers danced over her stomach, sliding up the shirt to expose her bra. “Explore.”

Ryder traced a line from her navel to her bra, skipping over the small bow between her breasts and dragging his fingers along the valley between her swollen, perked tits. The lacy bra showed off her erect nipples. “Slip your shirt off, love.”

She leaned up enough to pull it over her head, dropping it to the side.

Ryder unfastened her shorts and slid them down to reveal unmatching, yet still lacy underwear. They caught on her shoes, and he took a moment to untie those as she giggled.

“Ticklish?” He brought her ankle to his mouth, letting his lips linger.

“Maybe.”

His tongue worked to the side of her calf, and the laughter fell away. “I missed seeing you every day.”

Victoria nodded. “Same.”

He kissed up her thigh. She bent up and hooked her hands to his biceps, pulling him over her chest.

She wriggled under him, moving until they were almost in the same position where he had caged her before. “I haven’t kissed you enough. Haven’t felt you over me enough, and I need that.”

Hell, she could have whatever she needed. Had he ever gotten off harder on giving a woman pleasure? No. With his forearms on either side of her head and planked over her, he let long, lazy kisses turn deep and hungry. He had her pinned, but she gave him directions until the directions were clear: take over.

Victoria’s kisses consumed him. She gasped her breaths, and her hips rocked against him. He rolled them to their sides, unfastened her bra, sliding the straps free under the sun, and tore off his shirt.

His mouth found her nipples as his hand slipped into the lace panty, sliding along her slick folds. Flicking his tongue over the tip of her breast, he switched to the other breast and sunk fingers into her tight entrance.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

Ryder sucked her nipple harder in response, driving his fingers into her as she moaned in pleasure.

“Now.” Victoria drew in a deep breath. “I want you inside of me.”

He needed to be there too. Ryder withdrew from her sweetness, pulled the underwear down, and tossed it into their pile. With quick effort, he lost his clothes and grabbed a condom, sheathing himself, and positioned himself between her legs.

With her hair spread out, she lay in front of him, a hungry and loving smile innocently given to him in the middle of nature. Ryder leaned over her, encapsulating her in a protective cocoon of them, and kissed her sweetly, deeply.

He propped himself up on an elbow and guided his shaft toward her tight entrance as their foreheads touched.

Victoria inhaled deeply, arching as the head of his cock pushed into her gripping body. Inch by inch, he worked his thickness into her, staring into eyes that wouldn’t look away. Her lips parted. Their breathing hitched. Ryder’s short, careful thrusts toed the line of making love and needing this woman.

Until she grabbed his ass.

“Fuck,” he groaned, grinding deep into her, catching her moan of a kiss on his lips.

Ryder drank that gasp and took another as he withdrew and plunged forward again. Making love didn’t have to be soft—at least not with her. It had to be deep, and they had this connection, this soul-stealing, eye-locking, couldn’t-stop-kissing desire to be together.

Her legs wrapped around his thighs, and her sounds made his heart hurt for not finding her sooner.

Victoria tensed, squeezing him with a brutal, fiery strength, and she bucked under him as she climaxed. Her pussy convulsed around his cock as a breeze blew over them.

“Ryder…” Her muscles went limp, and he slowed, kissing lips he couldn’t stay away from.

He rolled them onto their sides, letting her rest on his chest, lazily still stroking her. Her eyes stayed closed until she eased forward, urging him onto his back. Of all the things he never saw coming—Victoria riding him in the middle of a semi-open field.

But she rocked her hips, using her knees to move up and down his shaft.

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