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“I like that you don’t. Makes it a whole lot easier to trust you.”
Ryder reached for Jenna’s face. Touched her cheek. Slid his fingers into her hair and tested the softness of the strands. He pulled the elastic from her hair, and it slid through his hand like silk.
Jenna closed her eyes, “Feels good.”
Ryder sat up and laid Jenna down, keeping his fingers on her scalp. Her eyes flew open and breath hitched.
“Scared?” he asked, his fingers still moving through her hair in that lazy way.
“Is this where we have the conversation about protection and being clean?” Jenna whispered.
Ryder grinned, “Hadn’t planned to need that conversation, but, yeah, we can have it.”
“I just mean, with the way things are at the club with you guys and the girls, you know?”
Ryder watched her face, eyes narrowed as if making a decision. “It’s been years. I’m clean.”
“Years?” Jenna breathed. “But how? You’re so gorgeous.”
Ryder trailed his finger down her cheek to her throat, “The way I am, I guess.” He looked around. “Put a lot of myself into this house. Work hard. After the club, I don’t have a lot of time. And the girls there, well, it wouldn’t mean anything to them.”
Jenna rolled toward Ryder and propped her head in her hand. “Since my husband, there haven’t been many. At all. And they all used protection.”
Ryder moved closer and whispered, “Glad we got that cleared up.”
Jenna gazed up into his eyes, “Me too.”
Ryder cupped her cheek and leaned toward her, moving so slowly he gave her all the time in the world to stop him.
She didn’t.
He brushed his lips against her, so soft. He sank his fingers into her hair, pulling her even closer.
He felt her breasts pressed against his chest, the heat of her core against him.
Ryder swept his tongue against the seam of her lips, and she opened for him, her tongue a soft glide against his.
He rolled further, giving her more of his weight.
She wrapped one arm around his neck, sliding her hand up and into his hair, and the other arm around his back, fingers digging into the muscles she found there.
Blood flooded his cock, and it strained against his shorts. He was glad he’d kept on the boxer briefs because he realized between one breath and the next that he needed as many layers between him and Jenna as he could get.
He resisted the urge to grind his cock against her thigh. Barely.
Ryder slid an arm under Jenna’s neck, wrapping even more of his body around her. Whether to hold her close or keep her from running away, he wasn’t sure.
He only knew he’d never felt anything like her body against his in his life.
Ryder kissed a path to her throat and found her pulse beating frantically there.
“Wanna feel you come against my mouth,” he said, his voice deeper and full of gravel.
Jenna whimpered, her hands clutching at his back, and he took that as a yes.
Ryder reached under her tee and hooked a thumb in her panties. He pulled them down her legs, stroking her velvet skin as he went.
She watched him with hooded eyes.
