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When I see the conflict on his face, I want to scream. Why is it so hard to convince him that I’m fine?
“Right now on the floor?” His fingers stroke my thighs, burning my skin hot.
“The floor, the couch, or your bed. I don’t care where.” Plucking at his shirt, I sit back and rest my weight back on my knees. Shifting my hips, I rub against his arousal and groan a little myself.
I’ve been with men before, with stupid crushes, and nonexistent relationships. No one has come close to making me feel this kind of frustration or excitement. I’ve never wanted something to the extent of even considering begging. Not in my lifetime.
“You can’t take this back, Cassi. If I get inside of you, I’m never going to want to leave.” His hands guide my hips, keeping my movement going. “I’m not going to be able to let you go. You’ll be mine in every way possible.”
If it were possible to get off on words alone, I’d be finished by now.
“You’ll marry me then?” I ask, my breath growing shaky as I’m starting to lose focus on my goals. My underwear is hardly hiding the friction against my sex.
“I’ll put a ring on your finger tomorrow, Cassi.” Passed his flushed cheeks and low grunts, he sounds serious and I can’t help but explode on the inside.
Biting down a moan, I nod my head. “Then it’s a deal.”
If I weren’t so busy trying to be impaled, I’d shake his hand. Lifting up slightly, I bury a hand between my thighs to move my underwear to the side. My other hand grips and guides his cock right where I need him the most.
It’s amazing how easy it is to guide myself down his length. Once I’m settled back down onto his lap, I’m fighting a harsh blush myself. This whole thing is so embarrassing and not how I imagined our first time to be at all.
Yesterday, he broke my heart. Today, I’m riding him. Funny how everything always works out.
When he moves his hands, touching my body, my cheeks burn. Through the thinness of my nightgown, there’s no mistaking my hardened nipples pressing against the fabric. His palms scorch my chest when he palms my breasts.
They aren’t huge and I’m a bit insecure about the size, but they fit in his hands and he’s looking at me like he’s won the lottery. When he gives them a testing squeeze, it’s like the butterflies in my stomach combust leaving nothing but a trail of heat.
When he pinches my nipples, I’m ready to scream. By the end of this, I swear everyone on the mountain will know what we’re doing.
“You’re a dream, Cassi. I can’t believe you’re willing to do this with me,” he grunts out as his hands slide down the curve of my sides before settling at my waist. “You picked me.”
“There’s no one who even comes close to being competition.” That’s an understatement too. I’ve never looked at another man since meeting Ryder.
He’s busy muttering curses under his breath, bruising my hips with that iron grip of his. I don’t have to do all the work, not when he’s helping guide me up and down.
“I love you, Ryder,” I moan out. I’ll say it over and over, as many times as needed. For as long as I’ve kept the words inside, it feels amazing letting them out. I want to scream my love from the top of the mountain.
“Fuck, Cassi. Not going to last if you keep that up.” He grunts, his face scrunching up. I’m not sure it’s the words that are going to make him come undone. Not with the way I’m shifting my hips, quickening my pace.
There’s a sizzling in my guts and I’m chasing after the sensation like my life depends on it. Hanging my head down, I suck in a much-needed breath. Everything feels so hot it’s overwhelming. Flattening my hands on his shoulders, I can’t keep the smile off of my lips.
Ryder’s looking like he’s struggling too. Each time I move, we inch closer and closer to our release.
Curling my fingers in his shirt, I’m clinging onto the guy for as long as I can. Leaning over him, I’m panting against his throat and more than thankful for his assistance to keep me moving. Up this close, I can hear the gutted groans that leave his lips.
“You’re mine, Cassi.” Just like how my confession affects him, those three words are what make me hit my peak. Especially when he nearly growls the words, cementing the idea between us.
I’m his and I’m not going anywhere.
Spasming around him, I cling on for seconds at most before a delicious warmth fills my core. Then I collapse on the poor guy, panting and sucking in as much air as possible. My head is spinning a mile a minute.
It takes a few minutes for us both to gather our senses. By the time I sit up, I’m feeling exhausted. I’m almost tempted to roll off of him and cuddle next to the fire, passing out right there.
Ryder won’t have a part of that. Instead, he insists on cleaning me up and introducing the comfort of his bed. Knowing his arms are going to be wrapped around me and my body will be crushed against his chest throughout the night, the heat of the fire won’t come close in comparison.
Ryder
One Year later
