KAT
“Ican think of something more breathtaking,” Ryder murmurs. “And she’s a little closer than the town we’re forgetting exists right now.”
My breath hitches at his confession but I don’t reply. I can’t. I’m too overwhelmed at the intensity in his words, what they might mean.
Ryder bringing me out here is exactly what I needed. He makes things so easy. Even if I do struggle to get a read on his true intentions sometimes.
But I like his company, the way he makes me laugh. It’s more than that though. Ryder gets it. He knows what it’s like to be powerless. To watch someone close to you deteriorate and be unable to do a damn thing to help them.
I don’t know how long we stand there, looking out over Red Ridge, but it’s nice, peaceful even. Ryder’s big, strong body is an immovable wall behind me, his arm banded around my waist as he holds me close. And for the first time in a while, I feel a little bit less lonely inside.
“I got you, darlin’,” he whispers, his warm breath dancing over my cheek as he nuzzles closer.
Before I can help myself I turn in his arms, gazing up at him. He’s been so kind to me, so nice… I want more.
I need it.
I wrap my arms around the back of his neck.
“Kat, we shouldn’t—”
Leaning up, I crush my mouth to his, kissing him hard.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hand sliding down my spine and around my hip. He tries to push me away a little but I anchor us closer, using my body and arms for leverage.
“Please,” I beg. “I don’t want to feel like this, Ry. I hate it… I fucking hate it.”
I kiss him again, slipping my tongue past his lips to find his. A deep groan rumbles in his chest, spurring me on as I kiss and lick him deeper.
My body stirs to life, desire flooding me like a warm current. I love sex. I love the rush of endorphins and distraction it provides.
I can only imagine what sex with Ryder would feel like.
Pulling myself up his body, I rub myself against him. He grips my thigh and hooks my leg around his waist, grinding into me at the most delicious angle.
“Yes,” I cry, feeling the hard ridge of his cock push against me.
“Fucking, little temptress,” he drawls, taking control of the kiss, gripping my face in his big calloused hand as he practically fucks my mouth with his tongue.
“More…” I cry, so desperate to feel him. To let him take me out of my head, from my dark, desolate thoughts.
My hand dips between us, trying to locate the button on his jeans. But he snags my wrist. “Slow down, Kitten,” he commands.
Kitten…
A strange sense of déjà vu washes over me. But he dives back into the kiss, obliterating every thought out of my head as his skilled tongue explores my mouth, sliding down my jaw and licking my throat.
A whimper spills out of me as I grind against him, wishing he’d touch me.
“You’re so fucking hot for it, aren’t you, sweetness?” Ryder’s kissing me again, sucking my tongue. “You want me to lay you out and fuck you. Is that what you want, darlin’?”
“Yes,” I choke out. “God, yes.”
He pulls away, staring down at me with dark stormy eyes.
“R-Ryder?” I whisper.
“Fuck…fuck.”