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“What I feel for you? That somehow, I’ve built this all up in my head… I’m not saying you’ve done anything wrong, it’s just… you know… I’ve been hurt before.”
He nodded. “Would it help to know that my knowing you’re worried that you’re feeling something you haven’t felt before makes me feel better about feeling that way?”
“Immensely,” she said, her dazzling smile almost matching the bright light shining in her eyes.
He laughed and pulled her close. “I’ve been hurt before, too, but I’ve never felt for anyone what I feel for you. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I can picture us as this old couple walking along the seaboard, licking our ice cream cones and both knowing we’d rather be licking each other.” She laughed—a light frothy sound that reminded him of seafoam. “You should also know I found the coolest cloak and dagger mystery game. It starts in Rome and ends in Paris and goes through several other cities. I booked us for this fall, as Europe will be a little less crowded and the weather is better.”
“Is this your subtle way of telling me you see a future for us?”
“Baby, there is nothing at all subtle about that, but if you think it is, then yes, Ms. Sykes, I see a future for us. Don’t you?”
“I do now. Every time I started to think that way, I told myself, ‘that only happens in romance novels,’ or ‘you haven’t known him that long,’ or any one of a thousand other things. But I promise I won’t think those things anymore.”
“That’s my girl.” He glanced at his watch.
“That’s a Rolex, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “Yeah. It belonged to my dad. My mom gave it to him on their wedding day. It had belonged to her dad, given to him by her mom, and so on—back to 1929.”
She sat up, taking his hand and looking at the watch. “That is really cool. I have nothing like that. Well, that’s not true. I have the manuscript my aunt left to me. I typed it into my computer and reworked it. I put it out under both of our names as my first novel, but I kept her original typewritten one.”
“That’s the aunt that left you the money to fund your dream?”
Lori nodded. “You would have liked her, and she would have adored you.”
“What about your own parents?”
“Much like you; they died before I finished college. They were on their way home from the airport after dropping me off and were killed by a drunk driver going the wrong way at high speed.”
“God, Lori, I’m so sorry, baby,” he said, sitting up next to her and kissing her gently.
“Like you, it was a long time ago, but I became really close to my aunt. Her kids were furious with her. They tried to break her last will and testament, but my aunt’s lawyer was good at his job. Before they could bring suit, he sat them down and explained to them the reality and danger in doing so. I’m not sure how he said it, but he intimidated the hell out of them and they backed off. He refused to keep any of the retainer my aunt had paid him, so I took him to dinner. I figured it was the least I could do.”
“Sounds like a good guy. We probably need to get moving if we’re going to meet Ezra and Annette.”
She stood up and walked to the bath, leaning back out of the door. “We’ve got a little time, especially if you come join me.”
“You’re bad, Lori.”
“No. I’m yours,” she said softly.
He joined her in the space of a heartbeat, cupping her face with his hands. “And I’m yours.”
Ryker reached around her to turn on and adjust the shower as he backed her in, closing the glass door and sealing them in a confined space of heat, water, and passion. He pressed her into the tile wall, letting his cock pulse between them as he trailed kisses everywhere—over her face, down her jaw, her throat, and on down as he knelt on the shower floor. Cupping her breasts with his hands, before moving up her body, his tongue snaking out to flick her nipple before giving it the edge of his teeth and biting down ever so gently. Her body flushed with arousal, making her moan.
Swirling his tongue around the distended tip, he soothed it before moving to the other breast and treating it to the same. He moved between her breasts as his fingers played with her clit, teasing and tugging until her body was writhing with need. One thing about his girl—and he now knew without a doubt she was his—she didn’t hold anything back.
He kissed his way up her body, never taking his hand from between her legs. “How wet is my girl’s pussy for her man?”
“Wet. Very. Very. Wet.”
He chuckled. “That’s my girl,” he said, his hands going beneath her ass and lifting her up, using the slippery wall for leverage. “Wrap your legs around me.”
He watched her face as he lowered her, impaling her pussy with his cock. God, she felt like heaven. The abundant slick her arousal had produced made it a silken glide and she moaned as her nipples brushed his chest. He pressed her harder against the wall, using her for his own balance as he withdrew, and then slammed back into her, making her gasp. Again and again, he thrust up hard and then pulled back gently, making sure his pelvis rubbed against her clit.
“Fuck me, Ryker. Fuck me.”
“At least twice a day, every day for the rest of my life,” he promised, pounding into her until her pussy clamped down hard as she orgasmed, pulsing along his length as she cried out.
