“You are fucking perfect,” he whispers, reaching for me. I straddle his lap. “I don’t deserve you.” He nuzzles my chest with the tip of his nose. “But fuck do I need you.”
He latches onto a nipple and electricity courses to my core. His other hand palms my other breast, kneading slowly. My skin erupts in gooseflesh, and I throw my head back, grinding against his thick cock. The offensive material of the sweatpants is the only thing standing between me and what I want.
“You hurt me, Ryder,” I confess, lost in lust, sadness, and mayhem. These are not the actions of a hurt woman. Not the actions of me. But I can’t think clearly with him. “Don’t ever fucking do that again. I’m nobody’s toy.”
“I won’t. That girl means nothing to me. I swear.” His eyes meet mine, and his hands slip between my thighs. I gasp, and he presses his thumb to my bottom lip, my body shuddering at his touch. “Now suck. And I promise you’ll enjoy it when I play nice.”
I suck his thumb into my mouth, staring into his hooded eyes.
“Ride my hand, kitten. Let me make your pussy purr.”
I suck his thumb harder at his filthy words. “But be quiet. I don’t think you want anyone to know how hard I make you come.”
Ryder pushes a finger slowly inside me, then two. His movements are slow and steady, in and out, back and forth, over and over again, until I throw my head back and swing my hips back and forth over his hand faster. His mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking, biting until I can’t see straight. The pleasure is all-consuming.
“Fuck!” I hiss, screwing my eyes shut. My release strums through my body. I come down from my high to him, smirking up at me.
“That was fucking beautiful,” he says, drawing his hand and sucking both fingers into his mouth.
Fuck, lord, I’m in trouble.
* * *
We’re sitting on the beach, his head on my lap as I read him one of my stories. He’s looking at the ocean as the waves roll in, listening attentively. It’s a domestic thriller and we’re so close to the plot twist I’m afraid he’ll hate. My writing is something sacred, and it’s rare I share it, but this feels right.
“You have a way with words, kitten.” When he smiles up at me, my insides ache. I’m falling for this guy, and I do not know what to do about it. His praise for my work is only one of the many things I love about him.
“You’re just saying that to score points.”
He reaches up, his fingers tangling in my hair, as he pulls me closer. When his lips touch mine, my heart squeezes in my chest. “I never just say anything when it comes to you.”
Sexy Ryder who plays my body like his favorite instrument is perfect, but this Ryder, the sweet and thoughtful man is fucking dangerous.
“You say the sweetest things,” I smirk down at him.
He reaches for me and in seconds has me pinned to the ground; his hands cupped around my face. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Nothing you aren’t doing to me.”
Our lips meet and it feels like he’s pouring everything into this kiss. We haven’t givenusa name. We just are. Marcy doesn’t even know we’re hanging out. I’m afraid that when it’s out there, it won’t be anusthing anymore.
ChapterTwelve
RYDER
“Harder, Ryder. Fuck!”
I reach out, squeezing her hip and clamping my hand over her mouth. Ash is fucking addictive, and if she doesn’t stop making these noises, we’re gonna get caught with our pants literally down in the library filing room. I don’t know what the fuck is happening between us, but I can’t keep my hands off her or my dick out of her.
I thrust into her roughly, and the sight of her arching her spine makes me want to empty my load inside her. I watch my cock sink in and out of her and let out a groan of pleasure. The red marks my fingers and teeth leave on her bring out something primal in me. I tug her lightly by her hair, pressing her against the filing cabinet. Fuck, I’m so deep inside her.
“Milk my cock, baby,” I whisper in her ear as she comes apart around me, her walls squeezing me so tight I unravel. I kiss her neck and her back as she climbs back into the jumpsuit, I thought about removing since I saw her this morning. Not the ideal quick fuck getup, but the danger is becoming our aphrodisiac.
“We need to be more careful,” she laughs. “We’ll be thrown off campus at this rate.” I lift her chin with my finger once we’re dressed and place a kiss on her lips. Her chocolate eyes dilate, and I let my hand slip to her throat, then deepen the kiss. Whatever this is? I don’t want it to end.
“If you’re coming with me, I don’t mind getting kicked out,” I say, and she scrunches her nose the way she does when my words make her nervous. My hands slide down to her ass, and I grab it. “Coming to my party after the game on Friday?”
“Ryder, I have a paper to write by Monday. Unlike you, I have a couple of years of school ahead of me.”