I pull them off. Panties and socks follow.
Then I’m over her again, skin to skin. My body covering hers. My heart thundering.
She feels like heaven.
Like home.
Like everything I didn’t know I’d been searching for.
Our mouths meet again.
My hard cock presses against her heat.
She gasps, hips tilting, her body rising to meet mine.
I break the kiss, forehead pressed to hers.
"Nikki…" Her name is both warning and prayer.
“Please,” she whispers. “Ryder… I want you to be my first.”
The words knock the breath from my lungs. Heavy with meaning. With trust.
And God help me, I’m going to take it.
But I’m going to earn it.
I kiss her again. Slow. Deep. A promise in every breath.
"Look at me," I whisper against her lips.
She opens her eyes. What I see there wrecks me.
"I’ve got you," I promise. "I’ll be gentle."
She shakes her head, fingers back in my hair.
"No. Don’t be gentle. I want to feel you. All of you. The real you."
The real me.
The man with jagged edges.
With damage and darkness.
The man I keep buried.
She wants him.
And I want to give him to her.
I strip out of my clothes.
Then I’m back on her, kissing her deep and hard, hands mapping her body, memorizing every curve and dip and tremble.
She arches into me, soft sounds escaping her lips with every touch.
I part her folds with my fingers, feel her slick heat. I rub slow circles around her clit, and then I lower my mouth, tasting her.
