“Not in the mood,” he grumbles and maneuvers around me to head back to the bedroom. The bedroom I now consider as ours. He pulls off his shirt along the way but doesn’t say anything.
“Ryder?” I cautiously inquire, following him. What happened between the two of them tonight and how do I fix it? “Baby, please talk to me. You’re kind of freaking me out.”
I knew thebabywould get him. It affects him just as it does me. He stops in the bedroom doorway, his hands raised and gripping the top of the doorframe, head bent. My worry mixes with increasing desire at the sight of his naked back and I tell myself to shut it down. Ryder needs my support, not my lust. And if I wasn’t so focused on him, I would have missed his hushed words.
“I can’t lose you. I just got you.”
I slide around his side and touch his chest and immediately hone in to the tattoo above his heart. He’s shirtless and I can’t not touch him. I can barely keep my hands off him when he has clothes on.
“You’re never going to lose me,” I tell him. “What’s brought this on? What did Jayson say to you?” I lean in and kiss the crown of his tattoo and feel the fly of his jeans bulge against my stomach.
“Jesus, woman. Stop molesting me so I can think straight.”
“Not on your life. You’re too damn sexy for your own good.”
I splay my hands across his ribcage and skim gentle presses of my lips in the hollow of his throat. “Sweetheart, please talk to me.”
He shakes his head and I glimpse up and meet devastated amber eyes. Ryder needs something from me. Reassurance, maybe? So I let my body be the actions that speak louder than words.
“I don’t know what nonsense Jayson put inside your head but I’m going to show you how much I want you.” I gently bite his pectoral and lick it, the salt from his skin delicious. “How much I love you.” I kiss his clavicle. “How much I am yours and only belong to you.” I pop the button on his jeans and slide my hands around to palm his backside. “And you’re going to tell me what happened tonight so I can show you those three things again, and again, and again, until you believe them.”
Ryder drops his arms from the top of the doorframe and lifts me up in one lithe move. My arms, legs, and ankles lock tight around him as he carries me to our bed. He turns us so that I’m straddling him and he’s sitting on the mattress. I climb off his lap and begin to slowly remove his socks and jeans.
After I pull the second sock off, I ask, “Why do you think you’re going to lose me?”
“Something Jay said. It struck a nerve.”
I take his zipper between my teeth and tug it open, then grab the front loops of his jeans and tug, peeling his slacks down and off.
“Let me rephrase that. What precisely did Jayson say that made you think that?”
Next, I remove his boxers, freeing his very engorged and throbbing cock. I lick the tip and he hisses.
“I’m waiting, Ryder.” I lick again like a kitten lapping milk, then place a kiss to the head and stand up.
“He reminded me that he was your first in everything,” Ryder tries to say, but his breath is too choppy with desire and his words come out uneven.
“I don’t remember him that way, Ryder. You are my first,” I reply, stripping my clothes off. “Only you,” I say and push him back to lie flat on the bed.
I crawl up his tanned, muscled body and situate my core directly over his manhood. Ryder’s hands grip my hips so tightly that I’m sure I’ll see the finger marks tomorrow. I stretch my arms out and bend over him, my face floating above his, my hair forming a curtain of jasmine-scented blond silk around us. I lower my pelvis enough to bring his cock to my entrance, but no more than that.
“What are the three things I told you?”
Ryder groans when I rock back and forth, sliding him across my wetness. His fingers grip even more around my hips. “You said you want me,” he grits out between clenched teeth, the hold on his desire close to breaking its tether.
I continue my gradual rocking motion. “And?”
“You said you love me.”
I lower the rest of the way and take his mouth, wrapping my tongue with his in a soul-shaking, wet and hungry kiss. When I release his lips, I ask, “What was the third thing?” My body ignites with a devil fire when I feel his tethered control snap.
“You’remine.”
In one synchronous movement, he jerks his pelvis up as I slam down, my body hungry for him to be inside of me. A second. A breath. A beat. Then I rise and lower, sleek and sweaty, meeting him push for pull, my orgasm already building. Ryder sits up and cups each of my breasts, fondling and sucking, like he can’t get enough. I spear my hands through his hair and grab hold, my skin being flayed by our heat. He latches on to one nipple with his mouth and pulls it with his teeth. I jerk as if being zapped by electricity, the sensation too much but one that I know will never be enough. My hips piston harder, the sounds of our bodies coming together crash in a frantic staccato.
Suddenly, Ryder flips me over so I’m on all fours, my face cradled against the thick bedspread. He pulls my hips up and slams back into me. “Fuck, yes!” I yell out because it feels so damn good. We devolve into sexual chaos and it’s the most fantastic thing I have ever experienced. Ryder drums into me hard. Once, twice, three times, and I’m done, gripped by an orgasm so strong, I actually see stars. I feel him thicken inside of me, my walls clamping down hard. He grunts then utters the sexiest moan as his own orgasm takes over.
My forearms and knees give out and I collapse on the bed, Ryder on top of me. I love the feel of his warm skin and heavy body pressing into me. Every time we make love, I hold him in place and refuse to let him get up. This time is no different. “Don’t you fucking move,” I warn him, and he chuckles near my ear.
