She moaned and fisted his comforter, writhing beneath him, silently urging him to continue.
“I love how you taste,” he murmured, cupping her ass cheeks to hold her in place during his ministrations. His attention to detail was a gift, because he was hitting spots she didn’t know existed. Quicker than she expected, he had her quivering on the edge.
Then he stopped.
But before she could catch her breath, or complain, he shifted higher, kissing her breast, tugging her nipple into his mouth as his finger unexpectedly stroked her center, then slipped inside.
She cried out, and he sucked in a breath.
“So wet.” He lifted his head and stared down at her, his gaze smoldering and intent. Leaning on his elbow, he continued to watch her as he slowly slid his finger all the way out in an upward angle, then back down.
“Mmm…yes,” she muttered, arching up.
Doing it again, he slid up in a mind-numbingly long stroke, then down in an equally long stroke, then her added another finger.
“Ryder…” Breath caught in her throat. “Love that…”
As if knowing what she wanted—what she needed—before she did, he upped the pace, building the tension until she was ready to snap.
“Sophia. Look at me,” he ordered in a strained, hoarse tone she felt all the way to her throbbing core.
She managed to open her eyes halfway. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. The intuitive man brushed his thumb over her center between strokes and that sent her spiraling over the edge.
Crying out his name, she gripped his wrists and bucked into his touch, all while holding his gaze. When she slowed her hips, he slowed his strokes, prolonging her orgasm until she was spent.
When he released her, he bent down to kiss her lips, his gaze still glued to hers. Satisfaction and heat blazed in his blue depths, increasing the quivering in her belly. “That was amazing.”
“No, you were amazing,” she said, kissing him harder. Deeper. Never wanting to let him go.
***
Ryder was ready to burst.
The amazing woman…hisamazing woman was hot and willing, and writhing beneath him. If she kept that up, he wasn’t going to last. Groaning, he broke the kiss. “Hold that thought.”
Reaching for the foil packet, he used the time to get his breathing under control. And his body. He wanted to savor the incredible feel of being inside her, not lose it like some damn teenager.
He removed the condom and was rolling it on when her hand joined in and he swore she was trying to make him lose his mind. Her lingering strokes were exquisite, but he wasn’t that strong.
In fact, he was putty in her hands, and proved it when he rocked into her touch, as if he had no control.
Because he fucking didn’t.
Not with her.
Chapter Fifteen
“Ineed you, Ryder.” She guided him to the promised land, and gazed up at him with a fierce hunger that darkened her eyes to that deep chocolate and navy that he loved so much.
Needing no other prompting, he settled between her legs, but didn’t push inside. Not yet. He entwined their fingers and lifted their joined hands to rest on either side of her face.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered, her voice sexy and hoarse with need.
He dipped down to softly kiss her lips. “I need that too.”
He needed everything. Wanted everything. And wanted to give her everything, too.
