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As soon as I finish eating, I get up and clear my dishes, then run the water in the sink. I add some soap, then plunge my hands into the tepid water and start scrubbing my bowl with a vengeance. A moment later, I feel him against my back. He reaches around and drops his dishes in the sink, then lowers his mouth to my ear.
“Don’t be mad, darlin’. I didn’t mean to insult you.”
“I’m not mad,” I say, scrubbing my bowl much harder than I need to. “I just don’t like guys who play games.”
He wraps his arms around me and takes the cloth and bowl from me, pressing his body against mine. “I’m not playing.”
My entire body heats up with him so near. I’m both angry and turned on at the same time. I’m angry at him for treating me like a drunk idiot and angry at myself for being a fool in front of him. He drops the dishes in the water and takes hold of my hands. When he speaks, his voice is a low rumble against my neck. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you. If you want me to make it up to you, I will.”
My mind flashes with all the ways he might make it up to me. Naked ways. Ways that make me scream and pant and beg for more. I lean against him a little as he holds my hands in the warm, soapy water. I turn my head so our lips are just inches apart. “Make it up to me.”
He brushes his lips against mine. “You sure about this?”
I nod, unable to speak, then close my eyes. I can feel his erection against the small of my back. I want to feel that inside me, not against me. He grips my hands even tighter and pins me against the counter. I can’t move and I don’t want to try. His lips meet mine and he claims my mouth, thrusting his tongue in between my parted lips. His kiss sears through my body, scorching me and waking up every cell. I want to turn to him so I can wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist but he’s got me pinned. The way he kisses me draws out a long moan from deep within me. My panties are soaked with the thrill of him and I arch my back a little to show him what I want.
We stay like this for a long time, kissing wildly with him pressed against me. I’m so crazy with desire that I can hardly stand it. I don’t care that I just met him and that I barely know him. I need him now. I pull my mouth from his and whisper, “Yes.”
Ryder takes both of my hands in one of his, then lifts his other hand out of the water and rubs it across my breasts. He squeezes them one at a time, then runs his hand down my side and along my thigh. I part my legs, hoping he’s going to lift my dress. He does what I want, running his fingers in between my thighs, then straight to my drenched panties. I lean my head against his shoulder and stare at the reflection of us in the window straight ahead. He’s so big and tall. I watch as he sucks on my earlobe, then plants kisses down my neck. He muscular hand is between my thighs, pressed up against the fabric of my panties. I want him to rip them out of the way, but he doesn’t. He rubs me through the lace, taking control of my pleasure. I turn my head again to find his mouth with mine. He rewards me with a long, deep kiss. I buck against his hand, willing him to do more, give me more, but he doesn’t. He teases me, getting so close without penetrating me.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs in my ear.
“You made me wet, Ryder.”
“Do you want me to make you come?”
I nod and let out a little whimper at the thought of coming for him.
“Say it,” he growls.
“I want you to make me come.”
He pushes the fabric out of his way, then thrusts his fingers inside my wet, hot skin. I cry out and buck against his hand as he fills me and stretches my tight pussy. In and out, he glides his hand, using his thumb to tease my clit, rolling the pad of his thumb over it until I can hardly take it. I arch my back more, hoping he’ll undo his jeans and sink himse
lf into me. I want to feel his big cock inside me now. I’ve never wanted something so badly in my life like I want him.
He kisses me hard on the mouth, thrusting his tongue inside as he works his magic on me with his fingers. The way I’m moving now, the way I’m wiggling and rotating my hips is wild and wanton. I’m filled with a need so deep, so primal, that I can’t help myself. I try to get my hands out of his grip so I can undo his jeans and free him, but he tightens his hold on me. I’m powerless to do anything but let him finger fuck me.
“Don’t try to fight me,” he growls in my ear. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll feel this next week.”
I buck against him. “I want you, Ryder. All of you.”
“You’ll take what I give you.” His voice is a low rumble against my neck now. His hand thrusts harder, his thumb presses on my clit, causing me to explode.
I scream out with the force of it, everything going black for a second as I pant and press myself against his hand. I’m shameless as I rub myself on him, my breath catching as I ride the waves of pleasure. I pant, my heart pounding as I start to come down from the high he’s given me. My body goes limp against him as I recover. Smiling, I turn to him, unable to voice what I’m feeling. I’ve never felt this feminine or satisfied in my life. If he can do that with just one hand, I’m half scared of what he could do to me with his cock. I know I’d die to find out, though.
He kisses me again, roughly, with a passion I’ve only read about in my romance novels. I’m putty in his arms, ready to do anything he wants to me. Ready to get down on my knees and worship his big cock. Ready to spread my legs and let him pump me full of his seed. Ready to ride him long and hard until we both lose ourselves. He pulls his hand out suddenly, then lets go of my wrists. I turn to him, reaching for his belt, but he steps back and walks away, leaving me panting and confused.
Eight
Ryder
I grab my coat off the hook and walk out the back door into the cold night air. Running my hand through my hair, I groan. Walking away from her was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I had to. She’s too drunk for me to be with in the way I want to. And it’s too soon. We barely know each other. There’s no way I should have even let myself do what I just did. But to take her now, when she’s not in her right mind, would be unforgivable.
Julia’s too special for a quick, one-night stand. She’s too good for that. And I can’t go falling in love, not when I’m days away from the finals. So, I forced myself to walk away, out to the barn to check on the cows and cool down. My cock is hard as a rock as I cross the farmyard, in spite of the freezing temperature. When I lift my hand to fill the water buckets, I can smell her on me and the scent of her sweet little pussy makes me want to rush back inside and tear off her clothes.
Flashes of her bucking and begging me go through my mind and I fight like hell to stay in here and away from her. I hear her voice as she came, raspy from panting. I can feel her body against mine, soft and warm and willing. I want her. I have never wanted a woman the way that I want Julia. This need is one that won’t be satisfied by one fuck or one night or even one lifetime. This is the type of need that never ends.
I stay outside for a long time, checking on all the animals, feeding them and making sure the heat is working in each barn, waiting for my need for Julia to go away and leave me alone. I can’t get caught up in this. Not now. Not when I have everything to lose.
