“Please.”
With my thumb still on her clit, I brace myself with my other arm on the headboard of the log post bed and pull almost all the way out of her before slamming deep inside. She cries out as she bounces backward on the bed, but my hold on her hard bud is enough to keep her in place and send her skyrocketing toward what has to be an earth-shattering orgasm.
She does her best to hold my gaze the way I asked but loses her battle when the scream of passion rips from her throat and she tosses her head back.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.
One more hard thrust sends her even higher; my balls draw up tight against me and then I’m coming. Hard. Spurt after spurt of my hot seed shoots into her virgin womb.
I unload every last drop into her, filling her.
Knowing I’m the first man who ever had the privilege to not only be inside her but to fill her with my come makes me convulse again, squeezing out even more come into her.
The first and the last.
This woman is mine. I know it in every cell of my body.
I also know I’ll never be able to let her go.
CHAPTER NINE
Chloe
When my eyes flutter open the next morning, there’s a heavy weight on my chest. For a split second, I panic but then I see the strong, tattooed arm draped over my bare belly and I remember.
Ryder.
He saved me from the snowstorm and…
Oh.
I shift my thighs together and feel the delicious aching sensation between my legs.
It wasn’t a dream.
It was very,veryreal.
Ryder fucked me.
Hard.
And it was amazing.
Way better than anything my imagination had ever come up with.
I don’t want to wake him, but I need to find my bag and the notebook I’m never without. I spot my backpack on the small table next to a pile of my clothes.
A flush of embarrassment comes over me at the reminder that I’d put myself in such danger, and he’d had to save me. Then again, I can’t be too upset. Everything turned out all right.
I sneak a glance at the sexy man next to me.
Oh yes. It definitely turned out all right.
Somehow, I’m able to slip out from under Ryder’s arm and pad across the floor to retrieve my notebook and pen from my bag. I need to record everything that happened before I forget it.
Outside the little windows of the log cabin, the storm is still raging. I grab a heavy wool blanket from the back of the only chair in the room and wrap myself in it to ward off the chill. The fire has burned down to embers, so I pop another log on before settling into the chair to write.
Recording every detail of what Ryder did to me the night before and what we did together is almost as good as experiencing it firsthand.
