And me?I liked everything.
When his lips found my nipple, I gave a little groan. The nipple was cold, and his mouth was all heat, just like the rest of him. On a happy sigh, I asked, "How can you be so warm?"
He responded by reaching between us and finding that special spot between my thighs. He gave my center a long, tempting stroke that had me arching against him, hungry formore. With his lips pressed to my skin, he asked, "How canyoube so wet?"
I didn't answer, because both of us knew. My body had been ready long before our feet had ever hit the stairs.
His lips returned to my nipple, giving it a lingering kiss as he worked more magic with his fingers.
On a groan, I whispered, "I want you."
His voice held a smile as he replied, "I know."
I didn't know whether to laugh or groan. "Hey…don't you want me, too?"
"Hell, yeah," he said. "But first, I wantyouto want me more." And then, he gave me another maddening stroke that nearly sent me over the edge. When my hips arched, he said, "See?"
And I did, soon finding words nearly impossible as he stroked and cajoled sounds and sensations out of me that I hadn't known existed. Before too long, my hips were rising faster in a silent plea for more than his fingers.
But then, just like that, I was falling over the edge, not caring how I sounded or looked – or that everything else had fallen away. There was no broken door, no Evan Carver, or any other concern to claim my thoughts.
There was only Ryder, anchoring me in the moment and touching me like he'd known me from the start.
I was practically panting now. "Ryder…"
His reply was a low whisper. "Yeah?"
With trembling fingers, I reached between us and guided him to my opening. "This." And then, I arched my hips, driving him into me as he met me halfway – and then, more than halfway, as he joined us fully, stealing my breath all at once.
His lips were on mine, kissing me again, as my hips moved and my fingers fisted in his hair. Whatever chill I'd carried with me was long gone, replaced by searing heat and the exquisite sensation of a deep, aching fullness I had never known before.
In the flickering candlelight, we moved in a perfect rhythm that felt inevitable, like this was exactly how it was supposed to be.
As the rhythm tightened, the pressure built until it felt impossible to hold on to anything else. My breath hitched, then shattered as a glorious rush swept through me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
I cried out against his mouth as the pressure crested all at once, the release nearly overwhelming as I trembled beneath him.
He didn't slow. If anything, my own release undid whatever control he had left. His grip tightened as he followed me over the edge. And for a brief, breathless moment, we were shuddering together, lost to everything but this.
Then he stilled. His forehead dropped to mine as we caught our breath, still holding on. His voice was tender as he asked, "You know what?"
I was almost too breathless to reply. "What?"
"I should break in more often."
I giggled against him. "Hah! Afterthat, I'll keep the door open."
"Don't you dare," he teased.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not the only guy out there. But you?" He wrapped me tighter in his arms. "You'reall mine."
69
The Case of the Missing Roommate
Ryder
