Page 52 of Babies for the Christmas Grump
“Please,” I whisper, squirming beneath him. “I need you.”
And then his mouth is on me, his tongue licking with a fierce hunger. He flicks over my clit, then slides down to tease my entrance before thrusting in. His nose presses just right, and I cry out, hips grinding into his face.
I have to cling to his hair to stop myself from falling.
His hands grip my thighs hard, holding me still as he devours me. Tongue, lips, teeth… he uses all of it, sending heat crackling down my spine with every movement.
And when I start to tremble, teetering on the edge, he doesn’t stop.
He slides two fingers inside me, curling them deep, and moans against my skin. My body unravels under his touch, and I can feel how much he’s been craving this… me.
“Ryder…” I gasp, barely a whisper.
But before I can get anything else out, my toes curl. I let loose, and I fall.
I come so hard I forget my own name, crying out as pleasure explodes behind my eyes, pulsing through my limbs, and makingmy whole body shudder. He doesn’t stop until I’m gasping, limp, twitching from overstimulation, and completely wrung out.
Then, just as I’m about to tumble, he scoops me up and carries me to the bed, laying me on the sheets. Ryder pauses for a moment as his fingers trace the curve of my jaw, his eyes locked on mine.
He kisses me again, filthy and deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue. And I moan into his mouth, because I’ve never felt more wanted. More taken. Morehis.
“I need more,” I murmur. “It’s time for you to be naked, too.”
With a smirk, he leans back and tugs his shirt over his head. Most of all, I love the mischievous glint in his eyes. That’s what really gets me going.
This isn’t a side of Ryder that the world gets to see, and I love that it’s just for me.
His belt clinks as it joins the shirt, and his pants slide down, pooling at his feet. And he’s big. I almost forgot how big it is. Hard. Thick and flushed, and already dripping at the tip. My mouth waters.
“You’re staring,” he says, dark as honey and smoke.
“I know, but you just look so good…”
He strokes himself once, slow and rough, his eyes never leaving mine. “So do you.”
Then he reaches into the pocket of his coat on the floor and pulls out a small foil packet. His gaze flicks to mine as he tears it open with his teeth, the sound intense and filthy, utterly in control.
He slides back atop me, braced on trembling forearms, the heat of his chest searing mine. Every inch of him presses downward, lean muscles taut beneath the fabric of his shirt, the line of his jaw set in hungry determination.
His mouth lowers, lips grazing mine in a kiss that tastes of smoky cologne and something sweeter, desire laced with fiercedevotion. I feel the hard length of him against my inner thigh, slick with my own warmth, and I shift, angling my hips until I can feel his tip graze that spot I ache for.
He holds back, just out of reach. His teeth nip at my bottom lip, gentle and knowing. When he pulls away, his dark eyes study me, pupils dilated.
“Do you want me to go slow… or the way I’ve been craving you all night long?”
My pulse hammers in my ears. My wrists lie free on the cool sheets, but I don’t move them. I don’t want to break this spell.
“I want you,” I whisper huskily. “Exactly how you want me.”
A muscle ticks in his jaw. His only restraint.
“Be sure, Sunny,” he warns.
I curl my legs around his hips, drawing him closer.
“Ryder,” I murmur. “Ruin me.”
His breath hisses through clenched teeth, and for a heartbeat, the world spins. Then he pushes in with one fierce thrust, deep and all-consuming.
