Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Chapter Eleven
Willow
Ryker grins against my mouth. Grins, in that cocky way he does. His hands are on my ass, pulling me against him, and I can feel his hard cock as he nestles it against my cleft and leans in to kiss me some more.
What started out as crazed lust has simmered down to longing. To exploring. To savoring.
And I am here for it.
“Your lips are fucking magic,” he whispers before brushing his mouth over mine again and then sinking into me, exploring my mouth with his tongue, and he groans so loud, I can’t help but tighten my thighs around his hips and rub against his hard length.
I can’t stop moving my hands up and down his sides, over his back and across his shoulders. His skin is warm and smooth, and he’s so freaking muscled, it boggles my damn mind.
“You’re—” I can’t complete the thought because his talented mouth has drifted to my neck again, and that seems to be the sweet spot that makes my whole body flush with unadulterated lust.
As if it wasn’t already before.
My tingles have tingles. I can’t catch my breath.
“I’m what, sweetheart?” he asks as his thumb grazes over my nipple, making it harden and strain for more. “Tell me.”
“I don’t even know.”
He chuckles, and then I’m airborne. My legs wrap around his waist, and he’s carrying me effortlessly up the stairs.
“Bedroom,” he mumbles against my lips. “If I finally get to have you like this, it’s going to be in my bed.”
“What do you mean finally?” I ask him.
“Later.” He lowers me to my feet, and with a flick of his wrist, my shorts pool around my feet. “Fuck me, you’re not wearing underwear.”
I press my lips together. Instinct has my arm coming up to cover me, but he moves fast, grabs my wrist and lifts it to his lips.
“Don’t.” He kisses the inside of my wrist, right over my pulse point, and threads his fingers through mine, making my stomach flutter. He’s so freaking hot. “You’re beautiful. So fucking incredible.”
With my free hand, I reach for his jeans, and with his hot brown eyes on mine, I unfasten them and lower the zipper, and they fall to the floor.
Ryker quickly removes his boxer briefs, and then we’re standing here, in the middle of his bedroom, both naked, and taking each other in, only connected by our linked hands.
He wasn’t joking earlier when he said his ego wasn’t the only huge thing about him. Sure, I felt it the other night, but seeing it is another thing entirely.
“Once we do this,” he says as I lick my lips and my gaze flicks back up to his. “There’s no going back, baby.”
Baby. Sweetheart. I’ve had fantasies about this very scenario for years, and I never could have conjured up anything this freaking good.
“Did you hear me?”
“I heard you,” I reply and step forward, and without a second thought, I drag my fingertips down his abs, relishing every ridge of hard muscle, before wrapping my hand around his length and stroking him up and down. “I’m not afraid of this, Ry.”
Unless you reject me again. I’m going to hope for the best because the look in his eyes tells me he’s in.
“Thank fuck.” He lifts me again and moves me to the center of his giant bed, then settles his elbows on either side of my head, kissing me as if he wants to consume me.
He works his way down my neck, sending those tingles through me again that make me whimper, and then he’s nibbling on my nipples, and his hands—dear God, those hands—are working magic on my hips and sides.
“Your skin is so fucking incredible,” he mutters before rubbing the tip of his nose in a circle around my belly button. “And the sounds you make are . . . goddamn, baby.”
“Ry.” My hands are in his hair, urging him down almost desperately, but he resists me. He grins up at me, and my core tightens just from that crooked smile alone.
“What do you need, Trouble?”
“You.”
“Perfect. I’m right here.” He licks over my pubis, and I gasp, which only makes him chuckle and do it again. “What do you need me to do?”
“Everything. Anything. All the things, Ry, just do it.”
He spreads my legs wide, and the look he sends me when his gaze returns to mine is full of sexy intent that has my stomach tightening in anticipation.
“This gorgeous pink pussy is soaked, baby.”
“Shocker.”
He bites the inside of my thigh and then licks over the sore spot before his mouth journeys to my slit, and he licks me, from my entrance to my clit, and my hips lift up off the mattress.
“Holy hell.”
“You taste like candy,” he says before repeating the motion, and I see stars. “This is my new favorite meal. I’m going to eat this every goddamn day.”