Hell, maybe I already am falling,I think as I move my attention to her other breast.
And the truth is I don’t believe I’ve ever been more okay with something.
Chapter Thirteen: Delaney
Melting into the mattress, I let out a soft moan as Ryder drops kisses all over my naked body. His tongue circles my navel, and the next thing I know, it’s between my legs again.Wow.The man certainly knows how to make me lose control.
I’m definitely not in the habit of giving it up or handing it over so easily. But he makes me want to let go and enjoy the moment. For once, I don’t want to think about yesterday and what I could’ve done differently, or worry about what I need to do tomorrow. No, right now I merely want to be in the present. To soak up these precious moments with Ryder.
I came so close to running off, and I would have if he hadn’t shown up at my door. It seems like our adventure together is about to continue to Africa. And while the prospect of finding such an incredible trove is tantalizing, I can’t pretend I’m also not looking forward to spending more time with him.
Another release slams through me, and I’m panting hard when he pulls back. With a pained expression and low curse, he mutters, “I don’t have protection.’’
“Top drawer,” I murmur. “Although they’re probably expired.”
He reaches over, pulls the drawer open and rummages around. With a smirk, he triumphantly lifts a foiled packet. “Thank Christ. Otherwise, I would’ve been running out to the drugstore with a massive hard-on.” Squinting, he checks the date. “Not expired.”
“Shocking,” I admit. “It’s, ah, been a while.”
“Time to change that.” He unbuttons his jeans. “And if it makes you feel any better—same.”
I’m so curious about him, and I shift onto my elbows. “I’m surprised you don’t have a girlfriend.”
“I’m surprised you don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Really? If you haven’t noticed, I usually wear disguises, and I never let myself get close to anyone except my marks. And that’s for a very brief time.”
He pauses after unzipping. “You let me get close. And, trust me, I notice everything about you.”
A wave of panic slices through me. I’ve allowed him to see far too much of the real me. Getting close means possibly getting hurt. Maybe it’s time to pull back and just focus on the physical. God knows, I need to get laid. I can feel my walls starting to rise, feel fear setting in.
“Delaney,” he whispers, “if you want to know the truth, I haven’t had a girlfriend since college. I’m a thirty-three-year-old bachelor who’d rather build shit in his office or hang out with his friends than wade back into the dating pool. I’ve had casual hook-ups over the years, but there’s been no one special. At least, not until I met you.”
My heart ricochets around in my chest. “You don’t have to tell me sweet nothings to get into my pants, Ryder. My knickers are long gone.”
“That’s not what I’m doing.” He stretches out, covering my body with his bigger one, but taking care to keep his full weight off me. “This isn’t a game,” he murmurs, tracing his finger along my cheek and down my jawline. “I’ve had my eye on you for a while now. You intrigued me as Bella, and now that the disguises are off, I’m fully fascinated. I’d like to get to know you better. Therealyou.”
As much as I’d like that, too, I don’t say anything back. I never knew my mother, but it’s a loss I felt keenly growing up. And after losing my dad, I was never so alone. The idea of letting someone else get close—close enough to love—and then losing them too? It would devastate me.
It’s best to keep things light. It’s not a game, it’s self-preservation.
“How about less talk and more action, Mr. McKay.” I slide my hand between our bodies and cup his hard cock through the denim. My experience might be total shite when it comes to a man pleasing me during sex, but I have full faith in Ryder. I think if anyone can fuck me right, it’s him.
Ryder drops his head and groans. “You have no idea how much I like your hands on me,” he growls.
“Take your pants off.” I squeeze, and he kisses me hard before pulling back. Between blinks, he’s shucked his pants and boxers. My attention zeroes in on his very large cock, standing straight up, and I squeeze my thighs together in anticipation. It’s a lot, but I’m up for the challenge.
Mesmerized, I watch him roughly pump himself a couple of times then roll the condom on. In a flash, he’s back on the bed, and I part my legs, eagerly wrapping them around his waist. He drags his sheathed cock through my wet folds, notching himself at my entrance. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I pull in a sharp breath as he begins to push inside. My body stretches, getting used to his size, and I do my best not to tense.
Once he’s fully seated, he pauses. “Delaney?” I open my eyes. “Are you okay?”
I nod hard, arching up and taking him deeper. We both groan, and he begins to move, thrusting in and out. His pace and rhythm couldn’t be more perfect, and when hereaches down and begins rubbing my swollen clit, I lose the last shreds of my control.
My entire world shifts as the orgasm rockets through me. A cry erupts from my throat, and I scratch my nails down his back, round my hands over his tight ass and squeeze. He pulls out, adjusts my hips and plunges deep again, chasing after his release. Pumping hard and fast. Bracing on his elbows, hands fisted on either side of my head, he locks gazes with me as he comes.
Something passes between us. Something inexplicable. Something I’ve never felt before. I’m lost in his molten brown eyes, unable to look away as the bliss consumes him, and they dilate with pleasure before rolling back in his head.
“Fuckkkk,” he groans and drops his face into the curve of my shoulder, burying his nose in my long hair. “Oh, God, Delaney. Fuck.”
