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“Why would that shock you? I told you last night, Buttons. I want you. You and I are going to spend a lot of time together going forward.”
“Do I get a say in this?” I ask, close to panic.
“Of course, you do.”
“Then—”
“But if you try to tell me that you don’t want me, I’m not going to believe you.”
“Ryder,” I exhale.
“And if you force me to, I’ll use whatever is at my disposal to make you admit you want me as much as I want you.”
“I think it’s pretty evident that I want you.” My admission makes him smile and look cocky as hell. “But just because I might want you—”
“Youdowant me,” he corrects.
I let out an annoyed breath. “Just because I want you—”
“Fuck,” he groans and shocks me by taking my mouth in an urgent kiss.
I groan as his tongue thrusts inside my mouth. I don’t think of denying him—I don’t think I could at this point. He seeks my own out and tangles around it, taking complete control and ravaging my mouth. His hands go in my hair, fisting and pulling on it to angle me exactly how he wants me.
The wave of hunger that moves through me is so powerful that I feel like I’m going to float away. I reach out to hold onto Ryder, needing him to be my anchor. My hands flatten out on his chest, before curling into his shirt. He pulls back to look at me. He has one hand under my shirt. His touch feels rough against my skin. His calloused thumb brushes back and forth and I bite my lip to keep from moaning. He holds eye contact with me as his finger reaches up to rub against the silk cup of my bra, teasing the nipple. My entire body trembles in reaction as I look at the man—the only man—I’ve ever wanted.
“Ryder…”
“You need to eat, Tillie.”
I inhale feeling like I’m on the edge of a cliff. I moisten my lips as I build up my courage. “It’s not food I’m hungry for…”
I wait, afraid to breathe. I wait for him to turn me down again.
His eyes close and when he opens them, I swear to God it looks like they are glowing with energy—with need—for me.
“Fuck, Buttons, you’ve sealed your own fate,” he half growls. Tingles of awareness move over me and as Ryder stands, panic begins to fester inside of me. He leans down, picking me up and I have to remember to breathe.
“Ryder…”
“I’m not letting you go, Tillie. You’re mine now.I’m keeping you.”
His words sound like a vow and as he carries me into the bedroom, I find myself praying he never lets me go.
Ryder
I carry Tillie into her room, nudging the door open with my shoulder as I walk over to the bed. I have yet to tell her, but I like that her room matches my truck. I’d like to think that we’re in tune with one another. I like that we both like the same colors. I think the two of us are perfectly matched. I’d tell her that, but I doubt she’d want to hear that right now. I kick off my shoes before I set her on the bed. Her beautiful brown eyes stare up at me. They’re full of hunger, confusion and maybe a touch of disbelief.
Hell, I can understand every last damn bit of those emotions myself. I didn’t expect any of this. So, a part of me can’t believe my feelings for her are this intense, this fast. I need Tillie. She’s become the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think of when I go to bed. More times than naught, I think of her while my hand is wrapped around my cock, choking it tight and imagining it was Tillie’s pussy. I came all over my hand. The mess was so bad, I ended up washing my damn sheets at two in the morning while everyone else was asleep. The last thing I wanted was for my mother to discover her now grown son is still acting like a horny teen who hasn’t had a woman.
I’d prefer she doesn’t know shit about my sex life in general.
“Are you with me, Tillie?”
“I’m trying,” she breathes.
Reaching down, I grab the hem of her shirt. I look into her eyes, and Tillie easily reads what I want. She lifts her arms and I pull her shirt off. Sadly, I have no plans on doing anything but showing her that I want her. I don’t want to give her my cock until she gives me her trust. Still, tonight, I want to see her gorgeous, full figure on display as I do.
It takes all my restraint to leave her bra on. She’s skittish as a newborn foal. I don’t want to rush her. Besides, if I strip her completely right now, I’ll lose control.I need her that much. I don't want tonight to go down like that. I need her to see that I’m here for her pleasure—not just what she can give me.
