Page 32 of Ryder
Her head falls back as I kiss down her throat, finding that spot that always makes her whimper. “The way you handled those ingredients…” I murmur against her skin. “Those perfect, confident hands…”
“Ryder,” she breathes, threading those same hands through my hair.
“The way you put those stuffy judges in their place…” I unclasp her bra, drawing it slowly down her arms. “So damn sexy.”
She tugs at my shirt impatiently. “Too many clothes.”
I strip it off, groaning as her hands explore my chest. When she rakes her nails down my stomach, my control snaps.
“Need you.” I pull her to the edge of the counter, grinding against her. “Now.”
Her fingers fumble with my belt as I push her skirt up her thighs. The black lace underneath matches her bra, and the sight nearly undoes me.
“Beautiful,” I breathe, hooking my fingers in the delicate fabric. “My beautiful champion.”
She lifts her hips, letting me slide the lace down her legs. The moment it hits the floor, I’m there, tasting her, drinking in her desperate sounds.
“Please,” she gasps, pulling my hair. “Need you inside me.”
I stand, pushing my jeans down just enough. “Like this?” I tease her entrance. “Right here on your victory counter?”
“Ryder…” The way she says my name, half plea and half demand, breaks my restraint.
I push inside in one smooth stroke, both of us crying out at the sensation. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper.
“Mine,” I growl, setting a pace designed to drive us both crazy. “Say it.”
“Yours!” She arches as I hit that perfect spot. “Oh god, Ryder…”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I drive deeper, harder. Every sound she makes pushes me closer to the edge, but I’m determined to make her come first.
“That’s it, sugar.” I slide one hand between us, finding that sweet spot that makes her cry out. “Let me feel you.”
She’s close—I feel it in the way she tightens around me, the way her breath comes in short gasps against my neck.
“Look at me,” I demand, needing to see her face. “Want to watch you come apart.”
Her eyes meet mine, dark with desire, and something in my chest catches. Even like this, lost in pleasure, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Love you,” I breathe, working her higher. “Love watching you fall apart for me.”
That does it. She comes with my name on her lips, pulling me over the edge with her. I bury my face in her neck, groaning as pleasure crashes through me in waves.
We stay tangled together afterward, breathing hard, trading lazy kisses as our hearts slow.
“Think they noticed we left the party?” she murmurs against my lips.
I laugh, still inside her. “Sugar, with how loud you just were? Pretty sure the whole county noticed.”
She smacks my shoulder, but she’s smiling. “Your fault.”
“Damn right it is.” I kiss her softly. “And I plan to take full responsibility. Multiple times. All night long.”
Her answering kiss tastes like promise. Like victory. Like love.
Epilogue
Dana – Six Months Later
