His fingers dig into my flesh as he pulls me flush against him, his raging erection hard against my belly. My lips part, waiting for a kiss I know is going to blow my mind and send my body into overdrive.
With our bodies pressed together, he walks us until my feet hit the stairs. He gives me a wicked smile before lifting me and tossing me over his shoulder. I squeal in delight as he bounds up the stairs. Wrapped in his arms, he slides me down his body until my feet hit the floor again. Despite the fact that I’m standing, I feel like I’m soaring.
Strong hands ease the zipper of my dress down before sliding the straps off my shoulders. The material pools at my feet, leaving me standing before him in nothing more than my red lace panties. He peruses my body with an intense gaze.
“Fuck,” he growls.
We haven’t even kissed, and I’m completely turned on. My panties are soaked, my body on fire.
“Kiss me.”
“I plan to,” he says with a chuckle. “I plan on doing a lot more than that, too.”
My body is growing heavy with desire, and my patience is wearing thin. His hand caresses my cheek as his lips brush against mine, soft and slow. He’s about to pull back and break the kiss—something I can’t allow. My hands fist his shirt, holding him to me, and my lips press hard against his. Another growl.
With our lips, hot and heavy, he turns us until he’s able to sit on the bed, my legs on either side of him, breasts in the perfect location for his hands to find and knead. When he takes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinches, I arch into him. A strangled cry, muffled by our kiss, falls from my lips.
Gone is the gentleness.
The more we touch, the more we kiss, the more we lose control.
I grind on top of him, my soaked pussy aching to feel him inside me. With me in his arms, he stands, turns, then drops me on the bed. Our eyes only disconnect for a moment while he pulls his shirt over his head.
The feeling of his body through the material was nothing compared to the view. Six-pack abs, fine muscled lines, and a godforsaken V that dips into the pants he’s unbuttoning. I lick my lips, anticipation building for what he’s going to spring out of those jeans. He shoves the denim to the floor.
My mouth waters as I watch him take himself in his hand and stroke. His hard length is more impressive than I expected, almost to the point of concern. Devlin certainly wasn’t built like the man standing before me, and I wonder if it will fit.
Releasing himself, his hands reach for my thighs, tugging me to the edge of the bed before sliding back up and toying with the band of my underwear. Ryder’s the perfect combination of sweet and rough with his playful smile and powerful hands as he rips my panties down my legs and discards them haphazardly.
My eyes are glued to him as he sinks to his knees, then they roll back at the first feel of his mouth touching my sensitive skin. He has me writhing at his touch, the way his tongue flicks over my sensitive bud. Pressure builds until I feel like I’m going to burst. Then, when I think I can’t take anymore, he presses two thick fingers inside me, and I tumble over the edge, my release hitting me as I cry out his name.
Collapsing back onto the bed, I try to catch my breath from the intensity of the orgasm. Never have I felt anything like it.
Ryder climbs on top of me, his body hovering over mine. Absolutely unreal. Lips meet mine, taking whatever breath I had just regained.
“Tell me what you want,” he says into the kiss.
“You.”
He laughs. “That much I already know.” He closes his mouth over my nipple and sucks hard before releasing it. “I want to know what you want me to do to you. How do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to go slow?” He gently blows on my nipple. “Or do you want it fast?”
No one has ever asked before. Devlin never spoke during sex. Sure, there were grunts and moans—but this? His words are fire and ignite something I didn’t know existed.
“Slow,” I say softly. Finding my voice, I say a little louder, “And hard.”
With a pleased smile, Ryder reaches for a condom and rolls it over himself before lining up at my entrance. “Are you sure you want it rough?” He slides his cock up and down my slick folds. “Because I won’t hold back.”
“Yes,” I murmur.
“I can’t hear you, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” I shout out.
As soon as the word leaves my lips, Ryder thrusts inside me. A sharp sting of pain rolls over me, but despite my strangled cry, Ryder doesn’t relent. With each thrust, he fills me completely. The pain soon turns to pleasure, but I miss the sting.
“More,” I cry out, unable to contain the reckless abandon he brings out in me.
His hands on either side of my head are replaced by his forearms. His lips are on mine as he takes me with a steady force that I relish. I arch into him, wanting to feel more. Needing this. Him. Only, I can’t seem to hold on. The pressure between my thighs builds again, my walls clenching around him.