Page 11 of The Model

His Caribbean blue eyes met mine. “Where'd you go?”

“You're just a baby.”

“Does this feel like I'm a baby?” He punctuated the word ‘baby’ with a hard thrust of his hips. His hand skated down between my breasts, over my stomach until his thumb found my clit. He rubbed with slow strikes making heat shoot through my body. “Stay with me, sexy Lexie.”

“Keep doing that, and I'll follow you around the world, kneeling at your feet.”

A cocky grin spread across his gorgeous face. “I like the sound of that.”

My hands gripped his trim hips and met his thrust with my own. “Less talking and more moving.”

“I don’t remember you being so bossy, but I kind of like it.” Dipping down, he took my mouth in a blistering kiss that left me breathless. Ryder may have been young, but he was passionate and a good person. Something I’d been missing from my life for a long time.

Swinging my leg up onto his shoulder, Ryder’s hands went to my hips, angling me just right before he started to drive into me at a brutal pace. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he bit down, causing pleasure to shoot straight to my core. His tongue swirled around my stiff peak and I let out a breathy moan. Cupping the back of his head, I pressed him further into my chest as I tried to match his wild thrusts. Moving to my other breast, he showed it the same attention, and when he bit down, my core clenched around him.

“Ryder,” I moaned his name. The tips of my fingers dug into the flesh of his muscular shoulders.

One hand slipped around to my front and found my over-sensitized bundle of nerves and made slow circles. My back arched off the bed until the hard points of my breasts brushed against his firm chest, and I exploded.

I didn’t think it was possible, but Ryder’s pace picked up as he chased his own release. My arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer until his face was buried in my neck. Pumping one last time, Ryder stilled inside of me as he let out the most exotic moan I’d ever heard in my life. I was instantly addicted and wanted to pleasure him any way I could so that I could hear that sound from him again and again.

Kissing my pulse point, Ryder rested his forehead to the side of my face. His heavy pants swept over my blissed-out face. Lifting up only to fall down on the bed, Ryder took me with him. I was half sprawled out on top of him with his arms wrapped around me as if he was afraid to let me go. I could feel his length against my leg that was still half hard. Closing my eyes, I took in his pine scent. I’d forgotten how good he smelled. It was stronger now that he was a sweaty mess.

Ryder ran his fingers through my messy blue hair as I traced the ridges in his abs absentmindedly. “What made you decide to color your hair blue?”

While we had been apart, I’d forgotten how amazing his voice was. It was all deep and gravely. Like sex on a stick, and I wanted to listen to it forever.

“I colored it pink one year for breast cancer awareness month, and I liked it, so I kept trying different colors until I found the one I liked best. Blue has won for the last five years. What made you get these stars?” I ran my finger over the three blue stars that hadn’t been there several months ago.

“I’ve always thought about getting a tattoo, and some of the guys were going to get tattoos when we were in Spain, so I went with them. It was the third country I’d been to in as many months, and I was already booked up for most of the year. I knew then that I was going to make it as a model or at least for the time being.”

Lifting my head to rest my chin on his chest, I found Ryder already looking down at me. I expected him to look happy, but instead, he looked unsure. Reaching up, I cupped his scruffy cheek. “You had to have known you’d make it before then. I could have told you that when you were at my studio before I took one shot.” If you’d stuck around, I wanted to add. “Everyone’s going to want you for their campaigns. Soon you’ll probably be doing commercials, and then you’ll be the face of colognes and underwear if you’re not already booked for them.”

He blinked down at me with his lips turned down. “You don’t have to say those things so I’ll continue to sleep with you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Rolling to my side, I settled my head on the pillow next to his and brought his hand to my chest and held it there. “Listen, you know you’re a good-looking guy, there’s no denying that. You literally can’t be ugly and be a model.” Ryder’s chest shook with silent laughter. The way his eyes lit up with humor was what truly made Ryder gorgeous. “Okay, there are some out there that have a certain look to them, but they’re limited. You’re not. And while yes, your looks help obviously to get you in the door, it’s your personality that’s going to be why you continue to book with them. You’re a good man, Ryder, and so easy to work with. You may not know it, but word gets around on who’s easy and difficult to work with. We know all the scandals before anyone else does.”

His eyes brightened with every word that came out of my mouth. How did he not believe in himself?

“Look at how you helped us pack up today. You didn’t need to do that, but you did because you’re a good guy.”

Kissing my forehead, he smiled mischievously. “I did it so I could get you into bed faster.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a good guy.” My fingers traced over his forehead, eyebrows, and cheeks before finally swiping across his pink lips.

“Haven’t you heard nice guys finish last?”

“I have, but I know the truth, and in this industry, that’s not the case.”

He shot back with, “Women like bad boys.”

“Until they’ve been burned one too many times by them. All we want is a man who is good to us and will treat us like a princess.”

“Really?” he asked with doubt laced heavily in that one word.

“Okay, we like the bad boy to come out to fuck us,” I amended.

“That’s what I thought.” His face grew serious. “Have you been burned one too many times?”

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