Page 93 of Ryder: Shadows and Desires
I open the door to greet him.
His gaze moves from the chrysanthemums that Dolores bought me and takes me in, his shoulders rising and falling with a deep breath, his eyes moving over my face.
“I just need to grab my bags,” I say.
“I’ll help.” His rough deep voice sends shivers down my spine; I missed it outside of the gym setting. He takes a step in, and I lightly shut the door, but don’t close it all the way.
He looks around with a smile. “This isnice, Julie.”
“Thanks. I actually love it. I figured I might as well spoil myself a bit, you know?”
“It fits you,” he says genuinely, as if it matters to him, while also walking closer to me.
“Yeah, I’m really happy with it.”
His cordial expression morphs quickly into something that mirrors his demeanor in the ring. He’s on me before I know it, kissing me hard, breathing me in. I run my hands over his thick body, the two of us quickly unraveling while lost in a passionate exchange.
I moan when his tongue hungrily swipes against my lips, which part to let him in. Tasting him while sharing his breath, his hand gripping my ass… it’s as if my body belongs to his touch, a slick feeling already blooming between my thighs.
If this is just a preview for the weekend, then I hope time freezes for an entire month.
He breaks the kiss, his voice husky. “I missed touching you, baby... You got your suit?”
“I packed one,” I say, slightly lightheaded.
He smirks, looking me over as if he wants to see my reaction to what he says next, his voice low and vibrating in his chest against mine. “Good, because I’m gonna fuck you long and hard until you’re so sore that you can’t move and need that hot tub to recover in.”
“Fucking hell, I’m gonna need new underwear.”
“I love how dirty you are.” He kisses me again with more aggression, grabbing me hard and pulling me close to him, like he’llmakeme his.
I want to get lost in him, but I can only think about how people are waiting for us. “We should go,” I say into the kiss, chuckling. “They’re waiting.”
A growl and a groan escape him, Ryder deeply inhaling as he pulls away. He looks me over for a moment longer before parting, languidly blinking before grabbing my bags on my dining table. A clear ridge is distinct in his pants, and that has mepulsing, knowing firsthand that he carries quite the cock.
He grins as he catches me staring. “Now that’s hot as fuck. Catching you staring at my dick.”
“Oh, shut up,” I say with a giant grin.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be choking on it later,” he casually adds while heading to the door.
“Joey,” I breathe out, smiling so big that I can’t think straight.
I only have to carry my purse, and I love that he just goes straight into helping me, in contrast to who he was when we first met.
“Yeah, you’ll be moaning that later, too,” he quips with a dark grin as he looks back at me in the doorway. “Let’s go, slowpoke. Get your head out of the gutter.”
I give a closed-lip smile, wanting to smack his arm... but that won’t do much.
So, as I walk by him, I lean in and, with a seductive voice, staring into his very vigilant eyes, I mutter, “You know what, you’re right. I even touched myself while thinking about you when you were busy this week.”
My stomach is alive with wonderful nerves as I stand on the porch, holding the door, nodding like we need to go. “Let’s go, slowpoke.”
He rolls his entire head at me. “Oh, you like playing with fire, woman,” he declares, many gears turning behind those pale eyes as he walks by.
I lock the door behind us as we leave, and he puts my bags in the backseat of his truck. All the while, I can’t wipe this big grin off my face.
When we’re both inside and ready to go, he places a hand on my headrest as he looks behind him, pulling out of the driveway, using the other hand to steer. My brain is just bathing in the gutter, finding eventhatdownright sexy.
