I laughed at the absurdity of his text, but then frowned, wondering if he would really do that. It took me only a few seconds to realize that his threat was not idle. If there was one thing I’d learned about Ryder over the past few weeks, it was that he didn’t take no for an answer.
That first night when my Jeep died—he didn’t back down and leave when I asked him to. He stuck around and waited, even though I was fuming at him. In bed, he coaxed and kissed and seduced me until he got his way.
The man was tenacious, and if I wasn’t ready in one hour, he would drag me out of the house in whatever I was wearing.
Dropping the phone on the bed, I quickly scrambled into the shower, taking the shortest shower a woman could possibly take when she had to wash and condition, use a body scrub, and shave every inch of her body.
When I got out, I freaked out when I saw I only had half an hour left. That wasn’t nearly enough time to get ready. And looking sexy didn’t happen with a snap of my fingers. But I did my damndest, slathering lotion over my body, putting gel in my hair to set my curls, picking out an outfit that didn’t make me look frumpy, and lastly, the shoes.
I stood in front of my closet, trying to find anything that would be sexy, match my outfit, and also be comfortable.
As if there were such a thing as comfortable heels.
I almost reached for the bodysuit, but then I remembered his reaction when he saw the red lines from how it dug into my skin. He said I was beautiful, that I was perfect as I was.
Biting my lip, I decided to test that theory tonight. I would wear my dress without anything to squeeze me in, and see if he still felt the same way.
I just hoped I wasn’t disappointed.
The doorbell rang at exactly seven o’clock, but I wasn’t even close to being ready yet. My hair was still up in my hair towel, my makeup was only halfway done, and running around in heels with a towel on made me look absolutely ridiculous.
Rushing to the front door, I checked the peephole before flinging the door open. “One hour is not enough time,” I snapped.
A slow smirk spread across his face as his eyes trailed over me from head to toe. “You look absolutely fuckable.”
“Ryder,” I warned, taking a step back as he stepped inside and slammed the door.
I backed up, my heart hammering in my chest as he looked at me with those eyes. I already knew where he was going with this, but it wasn’t going to happen. I was so close to being ready.
Well, almost.
“Ellie,” he growled, taking another step forward, backing me up until my thighs hit the side of the couch.
“Ryder, you said we were going out. You said?—”
His hand gripped the towel and ripped it from my body, dropping it to the ground, leaving me naked in front of him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, instantly pouncing.
His lips sealed over mine, his tongue thrust into my mouth, devouring me whole. “So fucking sexy,” he murmured as his tongue swirled my ear and his fingers slipped down to my soaking pussy.
All it took was one look from him to make me wet.
“I told you to be ready,” he whispered in my ear.
“I—” My breaths were harsh as he slid two fingers inside me, pumping agonizingly slowly. His thumb brushed against my clit, and I nearly came, but he quickly spun me, tugging me back against his chest. His thick cock prodded my ass as my heart hammered out of control.
Dizziness washed over me as his hands came up to cup my breasts, tugging on my nipples as his lips latched onto my neck and sucked hard.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growled.
My body quivered as one of his hands skimmed over my stomach, down to my pussy.
“Spread those legs for me. Give me that pussy.”
He chuckled as I did as he commanded, but that wasn’t the reason he was laughing. “Feel your heart? Fuck, it’s so sexy when you get all worked up for me. So fucking sexy.”
I sucked in a ragged breath as he thrust his fingers inside me as he pinched and twisted my nipple. I needed more. I needed his cock inside me, thrusting hard and driving me insane.
