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I want to remember the way it feels to glow around him.
The way it feels to love him.
A single tear rolls down my cheek at the realization that terrifies me to my bones. I never wanted to fall in love with Ryder Stone. I never wanted to fall in love after the last time nearly cost me everything I hold dear. I vowed to never again allow a man to have so much power over me.
Ryder’s eyes flutter open, barely giving me a chance to brush the tears away.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He caresses my temple, freeing the damp hair plastered to my skin. His touch is fire. It’s also comfort. Safety. Protection.
“Nothing,” I lie.
“Macy,” he says in that scolding tone that calls bullshit.
“I’m just so glad Molly’s baby is okay.”
“You need to sleep.”
But sleep will be impossible with all these racing thoughts I’m not prepared to confront. So I do the next best thing and seek out the distraction that promises to shut my brain all the way off. I reach between us, my hand headed south.
“You’re not wearing any clothes,” I gasp, wrapping my fingers around his cock and slowly pumping it all the way to life.
“You’re only wearing my t-shirt.”
Ryder cups the side of my face possessively, dragging my lips to his and kissing me right into the stupidity I’d hoped for. I kick a leg over his hip as my hand works his shaft, bringing his length closer to my sopping wet core as we make out like horny teens with all the time in the world.
He groans as I maneuver my hips in just the right position to rub the swollen head of his cock against my clit. He kisses me harder, rolling on top of me and pushing my thighs apart. I surrender to him—I’ll always surrender to him—and lift my hips in invitation.
As he slides inside me, I hear the word home whispering on repeat in my head.
I hold onto him tighter as we move together, becoming one. The energy around us is charged, but it’s more than lust or primal urges. No, no, no.
“Macy,” Ryder says, looking deep into my eyes. “Do you trust me?”
I nod because I’m afraid speaking any words will make me cry. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Then let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He presses his lips to mine, and I give myself over to the sensuality of it all as he pumps in and out of me. I stop holding back for this solitary moment in time and give everything I have to give. I hold him close to me and let it all flow between us in one unbroken chord of love.
And Ryder takes me to a new level of ecstasy I’ve yet to experience. Which is saying something since that man is fairly talented in the out-of-body orgasm department.
I explode first—because Ryder Stone is anything if not a gentleman when it comes to pleasuring a woman—and he lifts above me. Like a soldier doing a pushup, except his cock pummels into me. His flexed muscles glowing in the moonlight is one of my new favorite sights of all time. I come apart a second time watching him above me, feeling him inside me, losing himself buried deep within me.
Ryder collapses on top of me, and I delight in the weight of him as I gently stroke his back. If only we never had to move from this spot—from this moment—maybe I could wrap my head around all this. Maybe I could make some crazy, impulsive decision about my future and see this through.
But fear is a cold, merciless bitch.
“I love you, Macy.”
“Please. Don’t say that.”
He lifts his head from my shoulder to look at me. The moment is extra intimate as the man’s cock is still nestled inside me. “Don’t pretend you don’t feel it too, sweetheart.”
“Ryder, we talked about this.”
“Did we?” His tone is laced with sarcasm. He doesn’t fight when I shove him off me and roll into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. “Because I don’t remember doing a whole lot of talking since we met.”
“That was the arrangement, Ryder.” I pop off the bed, careful to avoid the gaggle of animals collected in a heap beside it, and stomp out of the bedroom in search of my clothes before remembering that they’re disgusting.
“We never agreed to fall in love,” he says as I locate a pair of gray sweatpants to steal. Returning to Wyatt’s place in nothing but a t-shirt is definitely not an option. “But we did.”
