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The heat between us spreads fast as wildfire, and suddenly, there’s no more room for the rest of the world.
There’s just her. Just this.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sunny
December 1st
What the hellam I doing?
And why can’t I seem to stop?
I can’t push him off. I don’t want him to go.
This is the best that I have ever felt, and the way that his eager fingers are bunching my skirt up around my waist only makes this a lot more thrilling.
When Ryder’s lips move from mine, I let my head loll to one side as the desire absolutely consumes me.
Fucking hell, how can I resist this?
As long as we keep this here and now, just another one-night stand, a secret just for us, then it’ll be fine, right?
Right?
As long as no one else walks into this kitchen, we’ll be fine…
As Ryder’s mouth edges down my body, the sweater dress slips off my left shoulder, revealing my bare breast. Ryder groans with sheer bliss.
He takes my rock-hard nipple between his lips and starts tugging and teasing until I’m drowning in bliss. He’s sending me flying high into oblivion.
“Fucking hell, Ryder,” I gasp as his kisses move even further down my body.
I don’t know where he’s going, but it occurs to me that we’re very much in public and could be caught at any minute.
Not that it’s going to stop me. Things are already taboo here. Why not add another level to that?
“Oh fucking hell, that feels so good…”
All of a sudden, he whips the breath out of my lungs completely by dropping to his knees right in front of me.
I glance down to check on him, but it’s clear this is something he meant to do. With desire dancing in his gaze, he pinches the lacy material of my panties between his teeth and slowly tugs them down.
The tantalizing sensation of the material grazing over my hyper-sensitive thighs is almost too much. The shudder tearing down my spine, making my whole body writhe and buck, is intensely powerful.
“Your scent is intoxicating,” Ryder whispers as he flicks my panties away. He tries to nudge my thighs further apart with his nose, staring at me with passion the whole time. “I need to taste you, Sunny. I’ve been craving you all night long.”
To help him out, I press my left foot up against the wall behind me, digging my heel in just a little, and I allow my leg to fall to one side.
It’s nerve-wracking, exposing so much of myself to him.
Even if he’s already seen me, that was in my dimly lit bedroom. This is in public, in a bright kitchen, when we’re supposed to be keeping away from one another.
It’s an entirely different scenario. So, I’m anxious and excited in equal measures.
I knot my fingers in his hair as he blows hot streams of air along my soaking wet slit. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and I can already sense the pressure of pleasure building.
What the hell am I going to do when he does touch me?
