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Ryker whooshed out a breath and nodded. “Couple of near misses, but that’s about the extent of it.”
She brought him down to her, helping him ease off his jockey shorts until there wasn’t a stitch of clothing between them. Kissing his mouth, she moved under the delicious hard length of him, reveling in the weight of his body against her own. “Let’s end this dry spell of yours, shall we?”
He returned the kiss, his blue eyes soft. “Whatever good thing I did in the world to deserve a woman like you, I’m damn grateful.”
Then his mouth was on hers, gently at first, his kisses light as rain, then with more urgency. His hands—those strong, callused hands—skated over her skin, cupping her breasts, squeezing, kneading her until she ground up against him. Then his hand was between her legs. She was beyond ready. But he continued to stoke the flames higher, until she finally gripped his shoulders.
“More,” she said, breathing hard. “I need you in me. Ryker—”
His breathing was ragged as he kissed her nose.
Then he rolled half off her, snagging the condoms. Faster than she thought possible, he had one ripped off, slid it on, and was back between her thighs.
“Time to finish what I started,” he said, that crooked half smile on his lips.
“Yesss.” She sighed as he entered her slowly at first, as if he were afraid of hurting her. But when she began to move her hips under him, her knees coming back, opening herself wider, and wider still, she thrilled to hear him groan.
“Jesus. You are so wet.”
He began a rhythm then, and when his hand crept around to cup her ass, gripping there to thrust harder, deeper, the motion catapulted her to the edge.
A climax broke over her in a tide of sensation, the pulsing inside surprising her with the fierce intensity.
She cried out, arching into him, riding him as the spasms racked her body. He stilled above her, and after she’d wrung every last pulse from her orgasm and collapsed back on the sheets, he kissed her on the lips. A mischievous grin crept onto his face as he gazed down at her.
“I’m about to clock some overtime. You ready?”
His mouth and his hands began their rough, but oh so gentle exploration of her body, and he kept a slow, steady rhythm in and out of her, as if he had all the time in the world. By the time he rolled her nipple in his mouth, she felt that familiar aching hunger, and as her hips began to writhe under him, she felt herself growing more and more taut, until she was like a rope stretched to its limit, pulsing with need.
A second orgasm tore through her, and she arched up, holding her breath as the pulses of pleasure rippled through her, and she was still grinding against him when suddenly he gripped her hip and drove in one last time, shuddering. They were so close, so joined into one being, she felt every spasm as he emptied himself inside her with one low, long groan.
They lay entwined until their breathing returned to normal. Finally, he levered himself onto both elbows, and she grinned at him, kissing those luscious lips.
“You get the prize,” she said. “I feel like you got robbed—I got the better end of your two-for-one special.”
“I was going for three. Next time.” Although his lopsided smile reappeared, she knew from his tone he was dead serious.
“I love y—I mean, I love that you’re an overachiever.” She quickly pivoted, aghast she’d almost said the l-word. You didnottell a guy you loved him after he’d banged two orgasms from you. Besides, it was too soon for that anyway. Yet, as she searched her heart, she wondered how far off that mark it was. Not much. It might not be “love,” but the way she felt when she spent time with him was far north of mere “like.” But now was not the time to be that heavy lift that he’d just insisted she wasn’t—she needed to keep it light. Fun. “Three next time. You’re on.”
His face had grown still when she’d almost uttered the l-word, but when she lamely amended her statement, he cautiously nodded.
“And there will be a box ofnon-expired condoms next time,” he added. “Glad you had my six.”
She fixed her face, smiling cheerfully as if she hadn’t almost accidentally told him she loved him. Then a yawn overtook her, exhaustion from the week finally catching up.
“You rest.” He kissed her forehead, carefully rolling off her. “I’ll go take care of this. Can I get you anything? A drink?”
She smiled, rolling to the side to scoot under the covers on his bed, suddenly chilled without his warmth. She yawned again.
“Sure—a cold beer would be amazing. But only if you’re drinking with me.”
“You got it.”
He sat on the side of the bed, snagging his boxers and his crutches, but before he stood, he looked back at her.
“Will you spend the night with me, Bryce?”
Something about the simple, boyish sincerity in his tone made her heart melt into an ooey-gooey mass in her chest.
