Page 23 of Ryder
“Please,” she whimpers, hips rising. “Need more…”
I slide two fingers inside her, drinking in her cry of pleasure. So tight, so wet for me. The thought makes me wild.
“That’s it, sugar.” I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her arch. “Let me hear you.”
She comes apart on my tongue, crying out my name like a prayer. I work her through it, greedy for every tremor, every sound.
“Mine,” I growl against her sensitive flesh. “Say it.”
“Yours,” she gasps, pulling me up for a desperate kiss. “God, Ryder, please…”
Her hands go to my belt again, and this time I let her. The feel of her fingers wrapping around me nearly ends things right there.
“Need you inside me,” she breathes against my mouth. “Now.”
I catch her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Patience, sugar. Been waiting too long to rush this.” But her legs wrap around my hips, drawing me closer to where she’s hot and ready. “Haven’t we waited long enough?”
The need in her voice breaks my control. I line up and push in slowly, watching her face as she stretches around me.
“Perfect,” I grind out, fighting for control. “So damn perfect.”
She moves under me, taking me deeper. “More.”
“More what?” I withdraw slowly, then push back in deep enough to make her gasp. “Tell me what you need.”
Her nails rake down my back. “Everything. You. Harder.”
I catch her mouth in a bruising kiss, setting a pace designed to drive us both crazy. She meets every thrust, perfect and eager and mine.
“Look at me,” I demand, needing to see her face. “I want to watch you come apart for me again.”
Her eyes lock with mine, dark with desire. The trust there, the need, makes my chest tight.
“Touch me,” she pleads. “Please, Ryder…”
I slide one hand between us, finding that sweet spot that makes her cry out. Her inner muscles clench around me as I work her higher.
“That’s it,” I encourage, fighting my own release. “So beautiful like this. So perfect.” She arches, gasping my name. “Close… so close…”
“Come for me, sugar.” I change the angle, hitting deeper. “I need to feel you.”
Her release triggers mine, her body pulling me deeper as she cries out. I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name as pleasure crashes over me in waves.
We lie tangled together afterward, skin cooling in the morning air. I trace patterns on her back, unwilling to let her go even an inch.
“That was…” She presses a kiss to my chest.
“Yeah.” I pull her closer, possessive. “And we’re not done yet.”
She lifts her head, eyes sparking with interest. “No?”
“Sugar, I’ve been dreaming about you for months.” I roll us so she’s under me again. “One round isn’t going to cut it.”
Her laugh turns to a gasp as I find that spot behind her ear. “Don’t you have ranch work?”
“It’ll wait.” I kiss my way down her throat, loving how she arches into me. “Right now, you’re all mine.”
“Ryder…” But her protest melts into a moan as my hands find her breasts.
