Ryder took a step towards me. “Are you sure?”
I frantically nodded my head, even though I felt heat spread out over my cheeks at my obvious need.
“Last chance to run, darling,” he warned as he gripped his belt. “Once you allow me to touch you, you won’t leave this room until I fuck the shyness right out of you.”
My legs trembled as he undid his belt and slid it through the hoops of his jeans. The throb between my thighs kicked into overdrive and took full control of me.
“I need you,” I pleaded. “Right here. Right now.”
Ryder invaded my space at a rapid speed and backed me up against his bedroom door.
“I’m going to make you scream, beautiful.”
I licked my dry lips and whispered, “I can’t wait.”
He lowered his head and took possession of my mouth with his and kissed me with a hunger that almost hurt. Almost. I lifted my hands to his thick arms and gently scraped my nails against his skin. A low growl rumbled deep in Ryder’s throat, and I swear it felt like a physical stroke against my clit. It provoked my hips to rock forward and knock against his pelvis which caused him to tear his mouth from mine and press his talented lips against my ear as he whispered, “One more bump like that, darling, and I’ll forget about easing you into my way of fucking.”
His way of fucking, I mentally repeated.
My eyes rolled back at both his words and the sensation of his hot breath on my ear. “I can take it,” I replied, huskily.
I hissed when Ryder sucked my earlobe into his mouth and lowered his right hand to my thigh. He raised said hand farther and farther up my thigh while sucking on my earlobe. It was probably the most basic thing a man had ever done to me, but it garnered top results with Ryder, and I knew I’d never let another man do it to me again.
It was something just for him.
Just Ryder.
“How long do you think you can take of my cock pounding this sweet * of yours before you scream my name?” he asked, his tone laced with desire.
I couldn’t focus on his question as he brushed his fingers over the soaked wet lace material of my underwear. The brief contact caused a loud groan to tear from my throat.
“Answer me,” he growled in my ear before sticking his tongue inside it.
I cried out, “Ryder, please.”
His low chuckle was the sexiest sound I had ever heard. “You cried out my name before we even got started,” he murmured, moving his lips to my cheek. “Oh, darling, I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
Yes, I silently pleaded.
He took my hand and led me over to his bed; his gaze on me like I was his next meal.
“You look stunning, but I want you naked. Now.”
Oh, fuck.
I swallowed. “O… Okay.”
Ryder bit down on his lower lip as I gripped the hem of my dress and slowly shimmied it up to my waist, exposing my bare stomach, hips and thighs. Ryder set his jaw and balled his hands into fists by his sides, like he was forcing himself to remain still as I undressed for him. It gave me a spurt of confidence and urged me to remove my dress completely.
I dropped the fabric on the floor next to me and stood before Ryder in my matching lace black strapless bra and underwear. I still had my heels on, which oddly make me feel sexier, not that I needed them when I had Ryder’s burning eyes locked on every inch of me.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he whispered when his eyes flicked up to mine.
I sucked in a deep breath and said, “Yes, please.”
With a growl he came at me and practically tackled me back onto his huge, soft bed. I instantly opened my thighs for him allowing him to invade my personal space with ease. He covered my mouth with his, and forced his tongue between my lips as he roughly kissed me. I groaned in delight and matched the fierceness of his heated kiss.
“What can I do to you?” Ryder breathlessly asked when he pulled his mouth from mine. “I want to know now so nothing I do surprises you.”
I gripped onto his thick arms. “I want you to do everythin’ to me, Ryder. Every. Fuckin’. Thing. Don’t hold back, please.”
“Not in my nature, darling,” he said, his voice low and gruff.
He sat me up and before I knew it, he unsnapped the clasp of my bra and the material was instantly pulled away from me by Ryder’s hands.
“Damn,” he breathed. “Your nipples are mouth-watering. Dusty pink is my favourite.”
It was just words he was speaking, but the impact they had on my body was like throwing petrol on a fire. I ignited and burned for him.
“Ryder,” I whispered. “Please, I’m hurtin’.”
His eyes dropped to between my thighs and his lip curled upwards. “We can’t have that, can we?”
I quickly shook my head.
“So what will I do about it?” he asked, looking up at me as he grazed his index finger over my underwear, making contact with my throbbing clit.
I groaned. “Please.”