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We won’t agree on this. I know that, and from the look in his eyes, so does he. This is going to be torture for both of us. We’re at an impasse. I won’t let this touch him or his family, and Ryder, well, he thinks it will all work out. For a few more hours, I can let him believe that.
Hours.
I have mere hours to savor the feel of his arms wrapped around me. To drown in his kisses and to memorize what it feels like for him to be inside me. No more talking. It’s time to make memories that will have to last me a lifetime.
Pushing him to his back, I straddle his hips. He immediately sits up, draping the blanket over my shoulders before wrapping his arms around my waist. No words are said. I can’t see him from the darkness in the room, but that’s okay. I think it’s better this way. I will never forget his eyes or the intense way he watches me. I don’t think my heart could take that when I’m already thinking about how this is our last time.
My arms are locked around his neck, and he runs his hands up and down my spine. They’re rough and calloused from his work as a lineman. I’ve missed the feeling, and it’s one I know I’ll forever crave.
He moves to cup the back of my neck, bringing my lips to his. He nips at my bottom lip, and I open for him, exactly as I’m sure he was hoping I would. His tongue slides against mine in a slow tangle. He’s making love to my mouth. I feel every stroke of his tongue in my core. His cock is hard between us, pressing against my belly, but neither one of us rushes to break this connection.
My hands roam over his shoulders, and settle on his chest. Ryder pulls out of the kiss and moves to rest his forehead against my shoulder. His breathing is ragged. The reality of the moment is weighing just as heavily on him as it is on me.
“This is not goodbye, Jordyn.”
“Can we just… be in the moment? Stay present?” I ask, repeating his earlier words. We can say this isn’t goodbye all we want, but we both know it’s true. My mother has my future set. There is no way out of it, but she can’t take this from me. She can’t take this night, this moment with him. It’s all mine, and I plan to enjoy every single second until we have to part ways.
“I’m right here,” he whispers huskily.
“I need you here.” I reach between us, gripping his cock as I rise up on my knees.
“Here?” he asks, running his fingers through my pussy. “You’re ready for me.” He kisses my neck as he slides one long digit inside of me.
“Always,” I breathe.
He pumps his finger lazily in and out, driving me crazy with need for him. I groan in frustration as my grip on his cock grows tighter. “Tell me what you want, sweets.”
“You. Inside me.”
“Put me in.” His words are barely past his lips when his hand is gone, giving me the green light to guide him to where I want him, where we both need him to be.
I sink down over him. He grips my hips, giving me time to adjust to him. “You okay, sweets?” he asks.
“I’m perfect.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “You are.” He kisses me, his hands touching what feels like every inch of my skin. I feel him everywhere. I remain seated, his length buried deep inside me, while his hands map my bare skin. I push thoughts of leaving out of my mind and feel. Slowly, I lift, rising back up on my knees. His cock slides out, just to the tip, before I slide back down just as slowly.
“You making love to me, baby?”
“I’m savoring you. Savoring this moment.”
He cups my breasts as if he’s testing their weight in the palm of his hands. Bending his head, he sucks a pert nipple into his mouth, and I toss my head back in ecstasy.
The things this man can do with his mouth.
His lips trail from one breast to the other, and back again. My body is on sensation overload. His hands, his mouth, and his cock. I’m surrounded by all things Ryder, and it’s a heady feeling. Tears prick my eyes, but I fight back against their onslaught.
When he reaches my ear, he nips at my lobe before whispering, “Mine.” One single word, in a hushed whisper, has a ripple of desire racing down my spine.
“Ryder.” His name is a plea on my lips.
“Tell me what you need, sweets. Name it, and it’s yours.” His hands find their way to my hips. This time, it’s him who is lifting me and guiding me back down over his cock. “So fucking tight,” he breathes, as he repeats the process at a slow but steady pace over and over again.
