“It was, but there are some things I still want to know about you,” he said, looking down at me.
“Like what?” I asked, not liking where this might lead.
“You’re so guarded,” he said softly. “I feel like you’re only letting me see glimpses of you.”
“What do you mean? I’m really not all that mysterious,” I said a bit defensively.”
“Yeah, but there’s a wall that you put up. I want to get to know the real you.”
I stiffened at the comment and sighed. “It’s how I’ve always had to be in order to protect myself. I grew up dirt poor. Mom was a drug addict and all the other parents would tell their kids to stay away from me. That’s heartbreaking, you know?” I whispered, closing my eyes and sighing.
He frowned and nodded, staying silent and allowing me to speak. “I had to protect myself. I didn’t want kids to stare or try and make fun of me, so I just acted kind of mean and tough,” I said with a shrug. “If they were scared of me, they would just leave me alone. That was my logic,” I finished, feeling exposed. I’d never shared this much about myself with anyone before.
Ryder wrapped his arms around me. “That doesn’t make you a bad or cold person. But it’s time for you to drop that,” he whispered, putting his fingers under my chin and raising my gaze to meet his. “I’d like to be a part of a new chapter of your life, if you’ll let me.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but he pressed his lips to mine and silenced me effectively. Other than the driver, we were the only ones on the boat. The kiss took my breath away and I saw stars explode behind my eyes. My entire body was on fire when he finally pulled away and smiled, stroking my hair.
I was lost in his gaze and the words that feel from my lips came without hesitation or thought. “I don’t want tonight to end.”
Ryder turned towards the hotel balconies and grinned. “It doesn’t have to.”
Chapter Ten
We stumbled into the hotel room, throwing our jackets to the floor in a rush. Our lips were pressed to each other’s and the second the door was closed he was pushing me back towards the bed until the back of my knees hit it and I fell onto the mattress.
In a matter of seconds, he was on top of me, his body pressed against mine as he claimed my lips hungrily, desperately tasting me and wanting more. Even as he kissed me until my lips throbbed, his fingers managed to find the clasp of my bra, undoing it quickly. I panted and whimpered as his fingers explored my body. I liked the way he nearly tore my dress off of me, though he took care not to ruin the pretty thing.
As he pulled the lace panties down, I started to pant, my body heating up in a way it never had before. Sex had always been a thing of necessity rather than pleasure, but Ryder was determined to make me feel good.
His fingers explored every inch of me, leaving trails of fire along the tender flesh. My hands brushed over his firm, toned shoulders and I couldn’t stop the moan that fell from my lips, tracing the tattoos that decorated his hips. How could one person be this perfect?
Ryder’s fingers threaded into my hair and I gasped, arching my back as he tugged at my scalp. The slight stinging sensation was driving me wild. I loved how strong and masculine his hands were. At the same time, they were delicately working to bring me to the edge of pleasure.
We finally pulled away from the kiss when our lungs began to burn with a desperate need for air. I panted and whispered his name as his fingers wandered further south and eventually found the aching mound between my legs. I felt hot and desperate and I wanted him to touch me more. My eyes fluttered as he spread my delicate folds open and began to toy with my most sensitive parts. I whimpered softly and wrapped one leg around his waist, as he slid his fingers inside of me, exploring my welcoming velvet warmth.
I dropped my head back onto the pillows, my arms flailing for something firm enough to hold onto. I eventually tangled my fingers into his hair, pulling him up for another long, desperate kiss. His fingers were working their undeniable magic and my body was rocking and responding to every touch he had to offer.
My skin was on fire and every inch of me was screaming for his manhood. I needed him desperately. He had me wrapped around his finger and in that moment, I knew I would have done anything he asked me. I was at his mercy, but he was so different from all of the others I’d been with. I didn’t mind giving myself over to him.
He finally withdrew his fingers and leaned over me, panting softly, sweat beading on his forehead. He was grinning now, licking his full lips as he took in the sight of me desperate and begging for him.
“Spread those pretty legs,” he whispered, smacking my thigh
I let out a surprised yelp, though he hadn’t hurt me. I was excited, and nearly over the edge with pleasure. I spread my legs slowly, looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes.
He gripped my legs and pulled them up over his hips as he grabbed the headboard for leverage. His long, throbbing manhood was pressed against my thigh and that contact only managed to draw another needy whimper from me. He entered me slowly, and I took everything he was willing to offer me.
There was a hot coil of pleasure in my belly, turning slowly and threatening to snap with every thrust. Every movement was aimed at bringing me closer to the edge of oblivion and I was eager for it. He filled me up and I knew that we fit together. I’d never felt this way with another man.
He slid into me again and again, and I arched against him each time, my arms thrown around him in a desperate attempt to keep him close. Each movement brought me closer and closer to satisfaction. As I inched closer to my own orgasm I felt the coil wind tighter in my belly, ready to snap any second.
He moaned my name, and with each thrust he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. Those words made me feel like the only woman in the world. I was desperate to finish. I wanted him to come inside of me, no matter how irresponsible it was. I dug my heel into him, holding him there and waiting for the pleasure to wash over me.
That coil finally snapped inside of me and I cried out Ryder’s name as stars exploded behind my eyes and my vision became a tiny pin prick of light. Everything was lost to me except the perfection of my orgasm.
He collapsed on top of me and I held him close, remaining silent. Neither of us said anything, afraid to break the spell.
Chapter Eleven