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Not that I’m complaining, I fucking love the feel of him lying down over me. The connection it brings and the chemistry it builds are absolutely phenomenal.
“Are you sure?” he whispers as he tickles my entrance with his rock-hard cock.
As if I’m going to change my mind now.
I nod and lift my head just enough to bite his bottom lip seductively. Thankfully, that’s all he needs. With one epic thrust, he’s inside of me, driving me wild.
Fuck, the feeling of him hitting all the right spots as he slams into me repeatedly is just too much.
It seems to be seconds before the pressure of pleasure begins to build.
It curls in my toes as I wrap my legs around his waist, and zips through my veins, fizzing wildly. My spine stiffens as he tips me ever closer to the edge.
I’m about to lose my shit already.
I don’t want to erupt this fast. I would much prefer to savor every single second; this is an experience I don’t want to forget.
But our sweaty, writhing bodies have been waiting for this all night long. The build-up has been brewing forever. I don’t stand a chance. I can’t savor anything because this man has an expert thrust.
I’m going to fall.
He’s going to push me over the edge no matter what.
A scream erupts from me as the bubble of bliss pops and consumes me whole. It swallows me up, drowning me in an orgasm so intense I don’t think I’ll ever be free of it.
I’m so loud, there’s a tiny part of me scared that I’m going to wake up every hotel guest. But I can’t stop the sound from coming.
I’ve lost all control of myself. This man has power over my body now, and it’s a power I’ve handed over willingly.
If it feels this good, I don’t even want it back.
CHAPTER TWO
Ryder
November 21st
I wake up early,the light filtering through the heavy curtains. It’s not the sunlight that stirs me, it’s the lingering memory of last night.
Her.
The way she felt, the way she looked at me. I can’t shake it.
Not yet.
For a moment, I lie still, listening to the quiet, the soft hum of the hotel waking up around us. The sheets are tangled between us, a reminder of a night I didn’t plan and didn’t expect.
I mean, I don’t even think I got her name.
She’s still asleep beside me, her breathing slow and steady. I watch her for a moment, the disheveled curls framing her face. She looks peaceful, untroubled, and for a fleeting second, I envy that.
I should leave. I should get up, get dressed, and slip away without a word. I don’t need a scene.
I don’t need complications.
I slide out of bed as quietly as I can, my muscles stiff from a night I didn’t plan for. As I pull on my clothes, I glance back at her.
It’s hard to ignore the ache in my chest. She was fun, and it’s been a long time since I had fun.
