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“Ryder...”
“Let me take you to bed, sugar.” His voice is rough velvet against my skin. “Please.”
The need in that single word undoes me. I nod, unable to form words as he scoops me up like I weigh nothing.
Chapter 10
Ryder
She feels perfect in my arms, all soft curves and trust as I carry her to the bedroom. The morning sun paints golden streaks across her skin, and the little sounds she makes as I kiss her neck drive me crazy.
“You sure about this?” I set her down beside the bed, needing to hear her say it.
Her answer is to pull her shirt over her head in one smooth motion. My brain short-circuits at the sight of black lace against creamy skin.
“Does that answer your question?”
“God, you’re beautiful.” I can’t stop staring, can’t believe she’s really here, really mine.
She reaches for my shirt, tugging it free. “Your turn, cowboy.”
The first touch of her hands on my bare chest nearly brings me to my knees. She explores with a baker’s precision, learning every plane and ridge until I’m shaking with need.
“Dana…” I catch her wrists gently. “If you keep that up, this’ll be over too fast.”
“Can’t have that.” Her smile is wicked as she steps back, reaching for the clasp of her bra. “Not when I have plans for you.”
The black lace hits the floor and my restraint snaps. I pull her against me, both of us groaning at the feel of skin on skin. Hernipples are hard against my chest as I claim her mouth in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger.
“Need you,” I manage between kisses. “Been dreaming about this…”
“Show me.” She arches as my hands find her breasts. “Show me how you dreamed it.”
“Tell me what you want.” I back her toward the bed, drinking in every inch of exposed skin. “Tell me how to make you feel good.”
Her eyes are dark with desire as she reaches for my belt. “I want your hands on me. Want to feel you everywhere.”
A growl rumbles in my chest as I catch her hands. “Oh, you’ll feel me. But first…”
I lay her back on the bed, taking my time to look my fill. She’s a fantasy come true, all golden skin and perfect curves. Mine. Finally mine.
“You’re staring,” she whispers.
“Can’t help it.” I trace one finger down her stomach, watching her shiver. “Been wanting this for so long. Wanting you.”
Her breath hitches as I pop the button on her jeans. “How long?”
“Since the first time I saw you covered in flour.” I slide the denim down her legs, revealing matching black lace. “Looking all sweet and sexy in that little apron.”
“That was months ago.”
“Mmhmm.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh. “Wanted to take you right there on the bakery counter.”
She gasps as I kiss higher. “Ryder…”
“Wanted to taste you.” Another kiss, another inch higher. “See if you were as sweet here as everywhere else.”
The first taste of her has me groaning against her thigh. Sweet and perfect, just like I imagined. Her fingers thread throughmy hair as I work her with my tongue, learning every spot that makes her gasp my name.
