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“You know it feels good,” I respond, opening my eyes to find his gaze hot on me. “But we’re in public. Anyone could find?—”
He stops my words by kissing me and I moan when he slips two fingers inside me at the same moment his tongue meets mine.
I can’t pretend I don’t want this. The thought of him stopping the delicious torture he’s started is worse than the thought of someone catching us.
Plus, I understand his need. Now that the feelings are out in the open, I need him in a way that I can’t even explain.
This man.
“Fuck, baby, you’re soaking wet,” Ryker points out, pulling his lips from mine and going back to kissing my neck.
“It’s what you do to me,” I confess, my cheeks heating.
He lets out a groan as his fingers pick up speed inside me. He presses the heel of his hand against my clit, making me moan even more from how incredible it feels.
“You’re mine,” he declares, desperation in his tone.
I nod because it’s all I can do at the moment due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure overtaking my senses. It’s the way he fills me and plays with my clit at the same time, the heated look in his eyes and the desperate tone to his words, paired with the idea of getting caught, that makes everything about this moment one of the hottest I’ve ever experienced.
“Say it out loud,” he demands, his eyes hot on mine.
“I’m yours,” I tell him. I don’t know how I could ever be anyone else’s. He owns my heart. He always will.
A growl rips from his throat the moment the words leave my mouth. I don’t know if I’ve seen him this desperate. If I knew telling him I was falling for him would turn him into this, I might’ve told him sooner. Although the events from today are the ones that made me finally realize the feelings I had for the man in front of me.
“I’m always going to be yours,” he says, the pace of his fingers picking up inside me. It feels too good. It’s too much. He’s going to have me coming against his fingers before we have time to do anything else.
“You better be,” I respond, my words hoarse and hurried as I near an orgasm.
He leans in to kiss me once again and it doesn’t take long for him to send me over the edge. I moan, but he swallows my sounds, muffling them so no one can hear us.
The orgasm seems to last forever. His fingers continue to push in and out of me as I ride out every last wave of it. Finally, I grab his wrist and stop him once my body relaxes and I regain my bearings.
“Ryker,” I breathe, not knowing what else to say. There’s an intensity between us now that we’ve confessed our feelings. That orgasm was everything, and I know it won’t compare to the one I’ll have when his dick is inside me again.
“You’re so perfect,” he marvels, his eyes scanning my face.
I smile because this man makes me smile more than anyone ever has before.
“Can you be quiet?” I ask, an idea popping into my head. I bite my lip, watching him carefully.
He cocks his head to the side. “What?”
I drop to my knees, wanting to make him feel as good as he just made me feel. I look at the obvious bulge in his shorts as I lick my lips in anticipation.
“Cami.” My name comes out pained as I undo the button of his shorts.
“It’s my turn,” I point out. I look at him from where I’m on my knees, loving the way he looks down at me. I’ve never felt so powerful in my life. He’s been great at voicing how he feels about me, but even if he hadn’t, I would already know. It’s in every look he gives me, in the way he always needs to touch me.
He’s mine.
And I want to make my man feel good.
I lower his briefs and free his dick, finding a bead of precum already on his tip.
“Remember to be quiet,” I tell him, wrapping my fingers around the base of him. I don’t give him time to respond before I’m wrapping my lips around him.
He lets out a growl as I move up and down his length, making sure to keep my tongue flat as I try to fit as much of him in my mouth as possible.
