Why now? What’s changed? Will Colt ever forgive us? How is this already so effing good, and I haven’t even touched Ryder yet?
My hand trembles as I put it on Ryder’s shoulder. He helps me climb onto his lap so that my bad arm doesn’t get caught between us, my legs straddling his hips. His big hands find my waist, and then we’re face-to-face, the low rumble of the engine the only sound between us.
“Since when doyoulike trouble?” I’m panting. Ilovethe feel of him between my legs like this.
His hands knead my sides, thumbs moving north toward my breasts, and a bolt of need cracks through my center. “Since I started hanging out with you. Such. A fucking.Brat.”
And then he tilts his head and leans in and slants his mouth over mine.
The heat of him—his lips, his breath, his body—is shocking in the best, most arousing way. I moan, overwhelmed, when he brushes his nose against mine and notches his bottom lip between my own.
He drags his tongue over the seam of my mouth, opening me to him, and my clit screams when I let him in and he drinks deeply, his tongue gliding into my mouth with an ease—a confidence—that has me moaning again.
“A brat you like.”
“A brat I can’t stay away from. So yeah.”
The kiss is his—I’mhis—and I let him take the lead. He tastes clean, like toothpaste, and I imagine he was getting ready for bed when I shamelessly sent him that text. The kiss guides us in a rhythm that quickly becomes frantic, needy. His thumbs brush lightly over my nipples, and I bite down on his bottom lip hard, spreading my knees so I can press my center more firmly against his.
He grunts. His hands find my hips, and he presses me down even more. At the same time, he rocks his hips upward, and my eyes roll to the back of my head when I feel his erection nudge me where I want him most.
This already feels so, so good.
Ordinarily, I’d let a guy stay in the lead at this point. As a woman, you never want to come across as too eager, too bossy in these situations. Guys like to think they’re in control.
Fuck that.I’ve wanted this man for practically my whole life. I’m done playing it safe. Done playing games.
I’ve never liked doing what I was supposed to do anyway.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I break the kiss to yank it over my head and toss it aside.
Ryder makes a sound, half pleasure, half pain, as he looks down at my tits. My flimsy bra is red lace with little rosettes dotting the top of the cups. It’s sheer enough that you can see my nipples in the light of the dash.
“JesusChrist.” Pressing a quick kiss to my throat, Ryder ducks his head to kiss the tops of my breasts, working his way down to my nipples. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Billie. You gotno idea how much I’ve been dyin’ to do this. Since the rodeo…I beendyin’.”
My heart hiccups. I don’t want to think too much about what that means, but…
Yeah, the idea that he’s wanted me since that night makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He doesn’t want to bejust friends. Which makes me think he turned me down because he’s trying not to hurt anyone, not because he doesn’t want me.
When he sucks my left nipple into his mouth, I nearly howl at the painful twist of lust that reverberates through my center. I knock off his hat and jam my fingers into his hair, giving it a tug that’s not at all gentle.
“Aw, darlin’. You ain’t afraid to tell me what you like. Keep doing that, yeah? Tell me everything. I wanna know everything.” Ryder takes my nipple between his teeth. At the same time, he reaches around and unhooks my bra. His fingers guide the straps down my arms, goose bumps breaking out on my skin when the crisp October air hits my bare breasts.
I feel exposed.
I feelsexy.
He wants to know me. Everything about me.
I take his hand and put it on my breast. “Lemme teach you, then.”
His throat works on a swallow. His eyes are hazy, unfocused. I guide our thumbs over my nipple, my head falling back at the pure ecstasy of how good his calloused hands feel on me.
“Aw, baby.” He pushes my hair over my shoulder before reaching around to gather it in his fingers, wrapping the strands around his fist. He pulls, tilting my head back so that my neck is bared and my tits are thrust practically into his face. “I want to see all of you. You’re so—fuck, darlin’. Just…fuck.”
“Exactly the reaction I was going for.”
“So you finally admit it.” He leans in and sinks his teeth into my neck. “You been fuckin’ with me.”
