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Ryder went on. “Not asking for sex. You gotta know I want it, but right now what I want is to touch. To taste. If you can give me that.”
I paused a long time, so long that I caught Ryder’s arm just as he was about to lean back.
“Only if you let me do the same,” I whispered.
“You sure you want that?” he said, his voice no more than a low growl.
I nodded. “I’m sure.”
It was Ryder’s turn to pause. He brushed his thumb back and forth along my cheekbone, and I practically melted into his hand.
“I wanna be a lot of things to you,” he said. “A regret is not one of them.”
“I think I’d regret never knowing what your kisses taste like,” I admitted.
“Good. Come on,” he said, taking my hand.
Chapter Thirteen
I’m Gonna Need the Panties
Ryder
Ryder locked up the house and led Jenna to the master suite on the second floor. It hadn’t been a suite when he’d started, but his first step in renovation had been the kitchen, then his space upstairs.
He’d gutted a bathroom and then taken in two bedrooms to make one master with an en suite bath and walk in closet, all on the back side of the house so that his bed faced a wall of picture windows that looked out over the river.
Ryder didn’t have a lot of decorating experience, but he knew what he liked, so his rooms were done in grays and greens, and he’d picked out the furniture more for his size and comfort than for showing it off. Heavy, dark wood. Masculine. He’d never had a woman here before, and he hadn’t been thinking of bringing one when he’d picked everything out.
Now, he wondered what Jenna would think.
He skipped the overhead light and flipped on a lamp beside his bed. He gestured to a door off to the side.
“Bathroom’s through there. Keep going, and you’ll hit the closet. You wanna sleep in a tee, you can look through the drawers and find one. Should be an extra toothbrush in there somewhere.”
Jenna started for the bathroom. “You’ll let me go through your stuff?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Nothing to hide,” Ryder answered.
Jenna laughed, “When you read about your walk in closet, I’ll remind you that you said that.”
“Boring ass article if you’re writing about that shit,” Ryder said.
“Oh, womenlovethat stuff,” Jenna grinned.
“Hurry up, or I’m coming in there with you.”
Jenna disappeared.
Ryder laughed.
She emerged a few minutes later with her hair up in a messy knot on top of her head and one of Ryder’s black tees that was so faded it was more dark gray. It hit her mid-thigh, and Ryder had never seen anything sexier than this woman walking toward his bed wearing his tee.
“Your turn,” Jenna said, sounding shy.
Ryder dragged a hand across his chest, like he was trying to hold his heart in place. “Be back,” he said.
Ryder caught Jenna’s bag left open on the vanity. He peeked in but didn’t touch. Make up bag, wipes, elastics, bobby pins, writing stuff, phone. Her phone blinked that she had a voice mail or text. She must be ignoring it.
