Page 86 of Sweet Oblivion

“Good. Girl.”

RYKER

Mine.

—Ryker’s Secret Thoughts

“Iwant you, Ryker.” She pushes her tongue into my mouth, and I grab her face, holding her close. Worshipping her. “I want everything.”

“Be sure, Delaney.” My gaze stays on her lips, locked on the way they tremble. On the words falling from them. “Once we cross this line, there’s no going back. You’re wearing my name and my ring. You’re going to be my wife. There’s no going back from here.”

“I’ve never been anyone’s before, Ryker.” Her eyes widen as she takes my face in her soft hands. “I’ve never let myself trust anyone enough to be theirs. Until now.”

This woman has been mine for months, whether she knew it or not.

It was always going to be us.

Today. Tomorrow. Six months from now. Sixty fucking years from now.

Mine.

I crush my lips to hers. Swallowing her moan.

Fighting for control. Not of her. Never of her. Delaney will always hold all the control.

I’m fighting for control of myself.

Forcing myself to take this slow. To not rush. To give her the time she needs.

Her nails score my skin, dragging over my abs. Tracing them. Touching them. Until she pulls back from my mouth and rips my shirt over my head, pressing herself against me.

All soft curves against my hard body.

With need coursing through me, I cup her breast in my hand, so fucking pretty, and run my thumb over her nipple, loving the way her moan vibrates against me. “So responsive, wife.”

“I’m not your wife yet,” she pants and arches into my hand. Her own hands going to the waistband of my sweats and tugging at them and my boxers. “Maybe I want a sample of what I’m signing up for before I say I do.”

“You got jokes now, Bambi?” I stand from the bed and grab my hearing aids from the nightstand and watch as she nibbles her lower lip. “I want to hear you.”

Her mouth forms the prettiestohthat goes from sweet to shocked as I shuck my sweats and boxer briefs.

Her big doe eyes grow wide as her tongue darts out, wetting her lip. “That’s not going to fit.”

Well, that’s one way to make a man feel like a god.

“Oh, it’s going to fit.” I wrap my hand around myself and stroke once before reaching inside the bag beside my nightstand and grabbing a condom. Her long lashes flutter as she reaches for me, and I cover her hand with mine, moving it up and down my shaft. “It’s going to fit, and it’s going to feel so fucking good, Delaney.”

I drop a knee on the bed and lean down, taking her lips. Slower this time. Savoring her. Worshipping her. Licking the corners of her mouth. Her chin. Her neck.

Lane’s nails scrape my scalp. Along my back. Down my spine until they dig into my ass, and she brings a leg up to myhip. Rocking against me. Silently pleading, then pouting when I pull back to roll the condom on.

Needy and pliant and so damn hot.

“So pretty, Bambi.” I drag my cock up and down the length of her sex, teasing her.

Her hips press against mine. So wet. So ready.

Until she’s keening beneath me.