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The silvery reflection of the moon bounces off the lake, making everywhere look magical.
“If I didn’t know better, Montrou, I’d think you’re trying to woo me.”
It’s a joke.
I’m joking.
Except, when he looks down at me with those dark stormy eyes, the joke is all but forgotten.
“Woo you?” He fights a smile. “I don’t woo, darlin’. Come on.”
Ryder starts unpacking the bag. A blanket. A couple of small food containers. A hip flask and two red Solo cups.
“And they say romance is dead.”
“Figured you might prefer the privacy.” He spreads the blanket out and lowers himself to the ground.
“This is… I’m impressed,” I reply, joining him.
No one has ever done anything like this for me before.
“It isn’t much but Suzi makes a mean Turkey sub and pecan pie.”
“You had Suzi make a picnic for us?”
He shrugs, grabbing another blanket and throwing it over me. “You cold?”
“I’m good.” I smile.
And I mean it.
We tuck into the small picnic, talking about everything and nothing. Ryder doesn’t ask about my mom again and I don’t ask him any of the questions hovering on the tip of my tongue.
When we’re done eating, he leans back on his elbows and gently pulls me down with him.
“Is this okay?“
“You’re asking now?” I arch a brow playfully.
He nods, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. “You got me all twisted up inside, darlin’. Can’t stop thinking about the way it felt fucking your tight pussy.”
“Ry,” I breathe, my eyelashes fluttering as I remember how it felt too.
“Want to kiss you, Kat. Want to kiss you so fucking bad.”
I nod. Letting myself have this. Letting myself get lost in the feel of his mouth on mine as he licks the seam of my lips.
A whimper spills out of me and he groans. “Nothing sweeter than hearing you moan, baby.” He winds his hand in my hair, controlling the kiss.
I’m so wet it’s embarrassing but there’s just something about giving this man control over me.
“Lie down for me, Kitten,” he whispers, flipping us smoothly so I’m on my back and he’s towering over me.
“Can’t wait to taste you again.”
“Oh God,” I breathe as he works quickly to pull down my pants. His broad shoulders force my legs wider as he nestles there, blowing streams of warm air right over me.
“Ryder,” I cry, arching into him. Desperate for more.
