Imperfect Truth(55)

As my thoughts start to question if I should go through with this, he pushes me against the wall in the foyer.

His lips descend.

My body becomes wet with need.

His hands grip my hips as he presses his body into mine. I can feel how turned on he is through my dress, and it lights me on fire. Snaking my arms around his neck, I deepen the kiss. His right hand runs up my body until it loosely grabs my throat. The arm around my waist pulls me closer. Pressing me hard against his evident arousal. I feel soft tickles from his breath against my neck. My skin pebbles and a chill runs down my spine.

“I own you, you are mine do you understand me?” he tightens his hold around my neck. “God, Ava, you make me crazy. I fucking need to be inside of you now."

Ryder lowers his hand and grabs my arm, pulling me into the living room. I’m pushed up against the couch that faces my painting. Her eyes look back at me. Haunting me. He bends me at my hips, placing my chest on the back of the couch, and hikes up my dress, exposing my lace thong and proceeds to rip it off.

Fully exposed.

Shivering from fear and excitement.

His right hand trails up my leg and grazes my core…the heat radiates off me.

Pulsating with need.

My body moves toward his hand, welcoming the intrusion…begging for it. I hear a zipper, and as he is freeing himself. His finger starts teasing me. Slowly dipping inside me. God… I’m aching to be filled.

“You on the pill?”

“Yes, but—” I breathe erratically. “Condom.” He continues to tease me. “Yes please, oh God, please,” I moan. I need to feel him. All of him. I no longer care about anything.

He nudges closer, and my breath hitches as I hear the familiar sound of a tear.

“Please,” I beg louder as he slowly enters me from behind.

I can feel my inside walls clenching him as he pushes deeper inch by inch.

I let out the breath I’m holding as he fills me completely. So deep. Amazing. He pulls almost all the way out and then pushes deeply back in. He keeps up the same brutal rhythm until I can’t handle any more. Moments pass, or minutes or hours. My body starts to tingle as I hear Ryder’s authoritative voice in my ear, “Come.” I scream at the same time as I feel him pulsate and find his release.

When we are done, he pulls me up and hugs my body to his, kissing my shoulder once, his tongue slowly tailing in its wake.

“You’re tired, baby, let’s go to bed.” He walks us to the bed and lays me down on top of him. I fall asleep instantly, full sated.

Finally. I’m his.

An insatiable thirst wakes me from my slumber. Ryder’s long torso is peeking out from the crisp white sheet. I play with the idea of waking him, but I need a drink first, Ryder second. Filling my glass with water, I think about last night. The memories filter through my mind. Never have I acted so wanton. My body blushes.

After my glass is filled I make my way back to the bedroom and notice he is still fast asleep, his back to me. I crawl in behind him. Just as I’m about to close my eyes, Ryder’s phone pings on my bedside table. The text appears on the front of Ryder’s phone. I can’t stop myself; my curiosity peaks as I wonder who would be sending him a message this late at night. I, of course, read the message.



Dani: Hey you, I’m almost finished with edits on the book… I just need the last chapter. I will send it for you to double check and then if it looks good you can upload to Amazon. Let’s finish this book.



PING.

My heart starts to accelerate, afraid that he will wake.



Dani: I must say, you really outdid yourself this time Lol ;-)



What book? My book? Amazon? Is he done already? Excitement courses through my bones. The idea that his words are true, that I might be forever captured in a book is exhilarating.

The next morning I wake up to find Ryder out of bed and on the phone. His voice speaks in a whisper, and I can barely make out the conversation, only hearing bits and pieces. Catching a few words here and there, “Miss you, too. Okay, I will see you later today.” He hangs up the phone and turns to find me staring at him.

“Who was that?”

“Oh, just a friend.” His tone and inflection lead me to believe this is a lie, but what you don’t know can’t hurt you…right? He climbs back into bed and kisses me hungrily.

“I want to savor every last bit of you.” His voice sounds husky as he continues his assault on me.

I stop breathing.

I stop thinking.

I feel dizzy with lust.



LATER THAT EVENING after Ryder has left, Jules comes over. “So what did you do last night after you left my ass at the bar? Did you go to him?”

I avoid her glare. “Listen, Jules. I know okay, I know, but I just wanted to see him. It was amazing. I’ve never, God, no one has ever touched me like that before, and then later, wow. I just really like him, Jules. Can’t you just support me?”