Ryder’s kiss isn’t sweet or slow. It’s positively predatory. Utterly consuming, and entirely possessive. It’s the best damn kiss I’ve ever had in my life.
Throwing my arms around his neck, I open my mouth, meeting his tongue with mine, and moan. I don’t know what’s happening or who I am in this moment. All I know is I need more.
Crawling over the console, my body on fire, I scramble toward him. But it’s awkward and tight in the car, so Ryder grabs my waist, lifting me up and over. At the same time, he shoves his seat back, giving us a little more room.
Wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, he pulls me even closer. My breasts crush against his firm chest,and the kiss becomes so much more. All twisted limbs and tongues. Desperate and white-hot. There’s no missing his hard erection pressing against me. The biking shorts don’t hide much, and when I pivot to straddle him, I nearly knee him in the groin.
“Careful there,” he rasps, shifting his hips and guiding my leg over his thigh. He nips my bottom lip, and our tongues race to meet each other.
“Sorry,” I murmur between kisses, clutching onto his shoulders. Impatience and the desire to be closer wash through me, and I let out a frustrated hum as I grind down against him.
“Take whatever you need, baby.” He guides my hips in a roll, rubbing my pussy right against his cock, and I whimper.
I don’t know what I need. Never in my life have Ineededa man. But at this moment, the urge to take Ryder deep inside me is overwhelming. It’s a fierce craving that catches me off guard, ignited by the way he’s making me feel so wanted. So desired.
He toys with the edges of my shorts, sliding deft fingers beneath the waistband then rolling down the front. Anticipation makes my belly swoop and my pussy throb. I’ve never reacted this way before with a man, and it’s exhilarating. When he slides a hand down inside my shorts, trailing his fingers along the seam of my panties, I bite down on my lip—or maybe that’s his lip—and let out a breathy sound.
“Mmmm,” I sigh, rocking against his hand. He rubs up and down my slit, through the satin, not even touching my flesh yet, and I’m on fire.
“You like that?” God, his voice is so husky. So deep and sexy.
“Yes,” I manage to answer as he slides the scrap of material aside, sinking a finger inside me.
I suck in a sharp breath, dropping my forehead against his shoulder.God, it’s been so long since I’ve let a man touch me.When he begins moving it in and out, I’m a goner.
“How about this?” He adds a second finger, stretching me and plunging deeper. Faster.
“Mmm-hmm…” My hips jerk and, holy hell, I’m about to have my first real orgasm delivered by an actual man, not one of my synthetic toys.
As if he knows exactly what I need, his thumb swirls and presses down on my clit, his fingers continuing to glide in and out. In seconds, I fracture, letting out a muffled cry against his shirtfront, riding his hand like a damn racehorse and coming hard.
His warm lips drift over to my temple, and he presses a lingering kiss there. I’ve completely melted, all my anxiety and tension from the heist gone. All I can focus on is Ryder and the epic orgasm he just gave me.
So. Damn. Good.
Refusing him in my bed is getting harder and harder, but that’s a problem for later. Right now, I know we need to get going.
I pull back and dare to meet his dark eyes, not sure what to expect. They’re bright and carnal. When he pulls his hand out of my shorts and licks his fingers clean, I let out a shaky sigh and start to climb off him.
“Wait.” He tugs me closer and kisses me again. This time slower, but no less deep. Our chemistry is off the charts, that sizzle between us undeniable. “Tell me we’re going to continue this back at the safehouse. Because you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Do I want to keep kissing him and maybe get another orgasm out of it? Yes, for sure. But is that wise? No, absolutely not. And it’s time to start thinking with my head, and not my lady bits, who, at this very moment, are singing hallelujah.
“I need you to verify the gem’s authenticity.” I do my best to sound all business even though my pussy is still pulsing, practically screaming at my mouth to shut the fuck up and let him do what he wants. Anything he wants.
Sliding away, I sit down in the passenger seat. And even though I’m not that far away from him, the distance suddenly feels huge.
“Okaaay,” he drawls. “And then what?”
“We got the diamond, and the jet will be waiting to take us back to Denver.”
I notice his shoulders slump slightly, but he doesn’t say anything. Just nods and pulls the car back onto the road. “I’ll verify it back at the safehouse.”
Sadness washes through me, but as the adrenaline wanes and my common sense and need for self-preservation take over, I know what I have to do. And it means leaving Denver and leaving Ryder. Forever.
It’s real. Absolutely one hundred percent authentic.
I have the Phantom Orchid.
