“And at a couples resort and nobody is anywhere near us,” he reassured her.
Using two fingers, he slid her juices over her sex, keeping his touch away from where she needed him most. He teased her, arousing her until her hips were rotating in circles, gyrating, low moans coming from deep in her throat.
“Ryder, make me come.” She begged him, both in words and with her body’s reaction to his fingers, which dipped and played around and around.
Still not touching her clit, he slid one finger inside her and she gasped as he filled her. “Feel good, sweetheart?”
“Oh God. Good but not enough to get me over.” She arched her back in silent supplication.
He wiggled her bottoms lower on her thighs so he could pump his finger in and out of her body, her inner walls clasping him in tight, wet heat. His dick was so hard he thought he might come from giving her an orgasm alone.
As he worked her with his finger, he finally gave her what she needed, circling his thumb over the tiny, hard nub that was practically begging for his attention. And if they weren’t outside, as she’d pointed out, he’d lift her hips to his face and suck on her until she came. Saving that for later, when they were alone in bed, he pressed hard against her clit, his finger shifting inside her, pressing on her spongy inner walls.
She stiffened at the sudden pressure and began rocking against his hand. “Oh, oh, God, Ryder, I’m coming.”
He didn’t stop, keeping up both movements as she flew, his gaze on her beautiful face the entire time.
And as she climaxed, her body shook, trembled, grasping his finger, the sight a gorgeous one to behold.
She collapsed onto the blanket, her breath shallow, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her skin.
“I died and went to heaven,” she muttered, pushing herself to a sitting position and glancing directly at his lap, where his cock was hard and evident against his bathing suit shorts.
“What about you?”
“Nothing we can do about it out here. Talk to me about something else. Anything else to distract me.”
“Umm–” She obviously searched for something to discuss, but she didn’t tear her stare from his erection.
“And stop looking at my cock,” he told her. “Or we are going to give those people on the far side of the lake a show.”
Her eyes opened wide and she leaned over, opened the picnic basket, and took out food. “Let’s eat,” she said, her cheeks flushed as she handed him what looked like a chicken sandwich.
He shook his head and laughed. “Can’t say I’m hungry for food but yeah. Let’s eat.”
They chowed down on the contents of the basket, Ryder discovering he was starving after all. Sierra talked about her job, how she was thinking of expanding her social media services to companies beyond Knight Time Technology because she had the time. She even discussed opening her own business so she could work part time from home.
They talked about how his father’s business had grown since he’d retired. Ryder and his brother, Andrew, had grown the construction business, expanding into luxury homes. The kind of home he’d like them to live in together one day.
He found himself thinking about the future and things they’d once talked about a long time ago.
“Do you still want a dog?” he asked.
“I do. But working from the office and living in an apartment makes getting one difficult. And besides, I don’t want a smaller one. No matter how cute, I’m afraid they’ll be loud and yappy.”
He grinned. Yet another thing they were on the same page about. He’d love nothing more than a big-ass dog like a Newfoundland or a St. Bernard hanging around the house he’d already built and lived in alone.
Assuming he got the girl.
“What about you?” she asked. “Still want a huge dog?”
“I do.” He met her gaze, his voice serious as he said, “I want it all. The family, kids, dog, wife, house… everything we dreamed of.”
Her eyes opened wide and a visible tremor shook her. “It’s getting late. We should get back,” she murmured and started to pack up their picnic.
He told himself not to be discouraged by her reaction, that she had a lot going on her mind and more going on in her personal life that had to be dealt with than he did.
Ryder didn’t believe in love at first sight, and in no way was that what they’d experienced. They’d built a relationship, piece by piece, despite the fact that they’d been young and inexperienced in life and love. He was close to her siblings, they shared a love of family, and had wanted the same things out of life. He’d loved everything about her, from her generous personality to the way she’d naturally given him what he needed emotionally, making it easy to return the same.