Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
His hand slid from my cheek to the back of my neck, warm and firm, but he didn’t pull me closer. “You sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
“Need you to be more than sure.”
I held his gaze and chuckled softly. “I thought about that kiss all night. I thought about it when I woke up, while I worked, and every time I kept glancing up hoping to see you.” I placed my hand against his chest, feeling the hard beat of his heart beneath my palm. “I came here because I wanted you.”
It was then that the last of his control disappeared. Ryder’s hand tightened at the back of my neck as he lowered his mouth to mine with a harsh groan. The kiss was deeper than the one we had shared last night, but it still carried that same careful restraint. He kissed me like he’d spent fourteen years imagining it and still didn’t trust that this was really happening.
I rose onto my toes and pressed closer, wrapping my arms around his neck and letting him feel the answer I couldn’t put into words.
A primal sound rumbled in his chest, and his free arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me against the hard length of his body and lifting me slightly so my toes barely touched the porch as he held me. Everything seemed to disappear until there was only Ryder’s mouth and tongue and the steady strength of him holding me.
When he finally pulled back, both of us were breathing harder. His forehead rested against mine, and his voice came low and rough. “Tell me to stop.”
I shook my head. “Never. Take me inside.”
Ryder stared at me for one long, heated second before gripping my ass with his big, strong, and calloused palms, lifting me fully off the porch until I wrapped my legs around his waist, then carrying me toward the front door.
I'd spent fourteen years believing I'd escaped Rootstown Creek.
It turned out Ryder had spent those same fourteen years making sure I had something to come home to.
11
The door had barely closed behind us before Ryder had me pinned against the wall, his mouth crashing down on mine with a hunger that stole my breath.
I held on tight as his hands roamed everywhere. He was rough, possessive, and I knew I couldn't get enough. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, moaning into the kiss, trying to grind my pussy against him. After a second, he spun me away from the wall and carried me through the house to his room.
He kicked the door shut with his boot, and the sound of us being sealed in echoed like a promise. Ryder set me on my feet just long enough to yank my shirt over my head, his calloused fingers brushing my skin with a reverence that made me shake and moan all in the same breath.
Before I knew what the hell was happening, because honestly, right now, I was in Ryder's world, he dropped to his knees. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my stomach as he worked my jeans and panties down my legs in one rough motion.
“Been thinking about this,” he murmured against my thigh, his voice gravel-rough with raw need. “Every damn night since you came back. Dreaming about how you’d taste.”
Before I could catch my breath, he had me flat on my back, legs spread, with his big body wedged between them. His shoulders were broad, and he used them to keep me exposed as he put his mouth on me.
I opened my mouth on a soundless cry when I felt the hot, wet, relentless feel of his lips and tongue on my pussy.
He licked through my folds with long, slow strokes, taking his time until every pass of his tongue had my hips lifting helplessly toward his mouth. Then his lips closed around my clit, sucking with just the right pressure, and a broken moan tore from my throat. One big hand gripped my hip, holding me firmly in his control, while two thick fingers pushed deep inside me and curled in a way that made my entire body tighten.
I cried out, hands tangling desperately in his hair as the pleasure built too fast, too intensely, until there was nothing left but him. His mouth. His fingers. The rough strength of his hand keeping me exactly where he wanted me. When I finally broke, violent waves ripped through me, my back arching and my thighs trembling around his shoulders.
Ryder didn’t stop as he worked me through every shudder until I was shaking beneath him, oversensitive and breathless, his name falling from my lips like a broken prayer.
Ryder rose to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing all my wetness across his skin, before bracing his hands on either side of my head, leaning down, and kissing me deeply. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue, and it seemed so obscene, so lewd, yet my pussy got even wetter.