Page 22 of Coming For Her Curves
I nod. “Yeah, I'm okay."
He grabs my hand and pulls me over to the couch. He sits down and then pulls me to his lap. I laugh and lean into him.
He rubs my back. “What do you think? You want the Peddler for dinner?"
I open my mouth and then close it, but Ryker is not having it. "What is it? Would you rather have something else? I can eat anything."
I bite my lower lip and look into his eyes. I'm not sure how to do this, but what I want is to be with Ryker. I don't know what he's going to think, but if everything he's said is true, then he should be good with it.
"Uh, I think I want to order in... later." His eyebrows lift, and his hand stops caressing my back.
“Okay." He's searching my eyes, and I know I can't do this looking at him, so I lean my head against his chest and start to ramble.
“Gah, this is embarrassing, but life as a single mom—well, there's never alone time, and well, I've learned you gotta take full advantage when you have it. I usually open a bottle of wine, take a bubble bath, and read a book, but..." I let my voice trail off.
Ryker shifts underneath of me and clears his throat. “Uh, so you want to read a book? Is that what you're saying?"
Oh my gosh, I'm messing this up. I lift my head and look into his eyes. "No, I'm not saying that."
He slowly breathes in. "What are you saying?"
I lick my lips. "I'm saying that I want you, Ry... I mean if you want me."
His body shudders around me. "If I want you? Baby, I never stopped wanting you."
I put my hand to his cheek. "And I don't want to wait."
I don't know which of us leans in first, but as soon as our lips touch, my body comes alive.
The kiss is everything, but I want more. I pull away, panting.
I stand up, and with butterflies in my stomach, and I start to undress. He watches my every move.
I kick off my shoes and pull off my socks. Then I grab the button of my jeans, unsnap them, and then slip them down my legs.
I remind myself that this is the same man I lost my virginity to. He's the same man that cherished me and made me feel like I was the most loved woman in the world.
I reach for the hem of my Christmas sweater and pull it over my head. Standing in front of him in only my bra and underwear, I let my hands hang to my sides and wait.
He pulls me by the hips onto his lap. I straddle him, sinking down so I can feel the bulge of his manhood pressed to my core.
His fingers dig into my hips. “Fuck, you're beautiful."
I pull at his Christmas sweater. “And you have too many clothes on."
He sits up, pulls the sweater off, and then leans back. His chest is carved with muscles, and I caress my hands over his bare skin.I dip down to his abdomen, and he grabs my hands. “I need you, Izzy."
"I'm yours," I tell him.
He scoots to the end of the couch and then stands up with my legs around his waist.
"Ryker." I laugh.
"Bedroom?" he grunts.
I cringe." Upstairs. But I can walk."
He turns to the stairs, carries me up them, and once he's at the top, I gesture toward my bedroom door. “There. That's mine."
