“Ry.”
“That’s right.” He licks up my neck and then blows on the wet trail, and that’s all it takes to send me over. When the next round of thunder roars around us, I explode into stardust, screaming out his name, and then he rolls me onto my stomach, his knees planted on either side of my thighs, and with one hand braced on my low back and the other gripping my shoulder, he fucks mehard. “You’re mine, Willow. Do you fucking hear me? Mine, goddamn it. Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful.”
He thrusts three more times and then rocks into me as he comes, crying out with his climax, and then he collapses on top of me, pushing me into the mattress.
I don’t even care if he smothers me right now.
But he rolls to the side, and I turn my head to smile over at him.
“That’s one way to ride out a storm,” I say as he drags his fingers up and down my spine.
“Might be my new favorite thing.” He kisses my arm and then rolls away. “Stay here. I’m going to clean you up.”
“I can—”
“Stay.” He points at me, and I can’t help but smile at him. “Be a good girl, and I’ll keep distracting you.”
“Promises, promises.”
I hear the water run in the bathroom, and then he’s back with a warm, wet rag, and he cleans me up.
“If the storms persist like this all summer, we’re going to get worn out really fast.”
He snorts. “Storms or not, I plan to be inside you as often as possible. I’m addicted to you.”
“That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
With a smirk, he tosses the rag into the hamper and then smacks my ass hard enough to make me yelp.
“I’m not done with you.”
“Lucky me.”
Chapter Fourteen
Willow
He held me all night. Made love to me, distracted me with spine-tingling kisses, and then simply wrapped those strong arms around me and held me. Despite several more storms blowing through, I slept relatively well and didn’t freak out.
If I’d been alone, I never would have rested.
When I woke an hour ago, the bed was cool where Ryker had been, and the sun was streaming through the windows. Everything outside looks calm.
But I don’t trust it.
Because I was smart and checked the weather app, and we’re getting more storms this afternoon, and I want to make sure I get all the recording time in that I need today before there’s a chance that I could lose power.
So now that I’m showered and armed with both coffee and breakfast, I make my way to my studio.
For several hours, I lose myself in the work. Record, stop, back up, rerecord. Make notes. It flows well, and by the time noon rolls around, I’m working at a good pace, not willing to take a break to grab something to eat.
I’m in the zone.
But then, the power flickers.
And I panic.
“Shit, did I save that?” I’m hitting keys, checking documents, relieved that everything seems to be there, and rather than press my luck, I double-check that everything is secure and then shut down altogether.
