“Psh. Yes.” I lift up to kiss his chin. “I’m on the pill, and it’s been a long time for me, so please finish what you started.”
He releases my arms, and I wrap them around his neck as he buries his fingers in my hair, watching me. “Did I hear you right? I get to take you bare?”
“Please do.”
“I promise,” he says with a swallow, “I’ve been tested. I’m good to go.”
“I trust you, Ry.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. He immediately presses the crown inside me, and I suck in a sharp breath as he lets out a low groan.
Holy shit.I’m sopping wet, but he’s big, and I haven’t had sex in a really, alarmingly long time.
“Breathe, Trouble.” He nibbles my lips and brushes my hair off my face. “Take a breath for me.”
I do as he guides my leg up higher over his hip, and he pushes in farther, then pauses.
“You’re so fucking tight.” One hand drags down to my breast, where he grazes my nipple with his thumb, but those hot dark eyes are pinned to mine. “You feelincredible. Fuck, your pussy is hugging me so hard.”
I take another breath, and he pushes in the rest of the way, bottoming out, and we stare at each other.
I’ve never felt so close to another human being in my life.
“Ryker.” I frame his face and kiss his lips, and then he starts to move. Long, deep, hard strokes that feel like he’ll break me in half, and like he’s claiming me. Branding me as his. “Oh, God.”
“Not yet.” His voice is hard and demanding now, and his hand circles my throat, but he doesn’t cut off my air. “Look at me, Wills. You won’t come yet.”
Oh, I like bossy Ryker. I like him a lot.
“I don’t know if I can stop it.”
He pulls out all the way, and my muscles clamp down onnothing.
“Hey!”
“I said not yet.” He bites my lower lip, sending another jolt down to my pussy. “You can give me your sexy-as-fuck sass all you want, but you won’t come until I say you can.”
“Please.”
“I like it when you ask nicely.” Skimming his lips down my jawline, he whispers, “Ask me again.”
“Please, Ry, make me come?”
He pushes in, all the way, and as my walls clench around him, he growls, “Come, Willow. Come for me.”
Thank God.I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to, which I don’t. And as I fall apart, tears filling my eyes, my legs shaking, incoherent words falling from my lips, Ryker comes with me, rocking into me and spilling himself inside me.
He doesn’t move away as soon as he’s finished. He holds me to him, peppering kisses all over my face and neck, dragging his hand up and down my side as if he’s comforting me.
“Your body is supernatural,” I inform him after I catch my breath. His head pops up, and he lifts an eyebrow. “Like, I knew you were ripped and stuff from the hockey, but God, Ry, you’re just ... I don’t have words.”
He rests his head on his palm and offers me a smug grin as he drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “So you’re saying I’m hot.”
“Need your ego stroked?”
Sobering now, he brushes his fingertips under my eye. “By you? Yeah. I do, baby.”
It’s not often that Ryker is vulnerable. He shields himself fiercely from anyone getting too close to him. Maybe it’s from his shitty childhood, or it’s the cost of fame, but I love that he’s continuing to open himself up tome, especially during a moment that could have turned awkward fast.
