The last thing I heard was from Dominic as he stated, “I want to be like Ryder when I grow up.”
Ryder heard him, too, and it caused him to rumble with laughter.
“Thank God,” I breathed when I was placed upright on the ground.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply and stayed that way for a few moments until the dizziness I was experiencing passed. Ryder’s hands were on my shoulders, gripping me tightly reminding me of his presence. “Sorry,” he chuckled when I opened my eyes and looked up at him. “They would have started a conversation with you and I didn’t want that.”
I grinned. “I could tell.”
He reached behind me and flicked on the light to his room. He stepped past me and it gave me view to his humble abode. I stared around with wide eyes. The room was huge, and brilliantly decorated. A massive king-sized bed was in the middle of the room, the furniture was all dark oak, and the theme was black and white. It looked incredible.
“Wow,” I breathed. “This looks like it belongs on an episode of cribs.”
Ryder snorted as he rid himself of his shirt. “Thanks, I like it.”
His room, and how well it was decorated, was forgotten the moment Ryder removed his shirt. I swallowed as I took in his heavily tattooed torso. His oblique muscles were so defined that I audibly groaned. I allowed my eyes to roam over his hardened chest, large, wide shoulders, thick arms and, of course, his incredibly cut abs.
He had six of them. And they were mouth-watering.
“Damn,” I whispered.
“You’ll need to worry about me jumping you if you keep looking at me like that.”
The sweet spot between my thighs pulsed back to life.
I licked my lips and looked up to Ryder. “That doesn’t sound bad to me.”
Ryder took a step towards me. “Are you sure?”
I frantically nodded my head, even though I felt heat spread out over my cheeks at my obvious need.
“Last chance to run, darling,” he warned as he gripped his belt. “Once you allow me to touch you, you won’t leave this room until I fuck the shyness right out of you.”
My legs trembled as he undid his belt and slid it through the hoops of his jeans. The throb between my thighs kicked into overdrive and took full control of me.
“I need you,” I pleaded. “Right here. Right now.”
Ryder invaded my space at a rapid speed and backed me up against his bedroom door.
“I’m going to make you scream, beautiful.”
I licked my dry lips and whispered, “I can’t wait.”
He lowered his head and took possession of my mouth with his and kissed me with a hunger that almost hurt. Almost. I lifted my hands to his thick arms and gently scraped my nails against his skin. A low growl rumbled deep in Ryder’s throat, and I swear it felt like a physical stroke against my clit. It provoked my hips to rock forward and knock against his pelvis which caused him to tear his mouth from mine and press his talented lips against my ear as he whispered, “One more bump like that, darling, and I’ll forget about easing you into my way of fucking.”
His way of fucking, I mentally repeated.
My eyes rolled back at both his words and the sensation of his hot breath on my ear. “I can take it,” I replied, huskily.
I hissed when Ryder sucked my earlobe into his mouth and lowered his right hand to my thigh. He raised said hand farther and farther up my thigh while sucking on my earlobe. It was probably the most basic thing a man had ever done to me, but it garnered top results with Ryder, and I knew I’d never let another man do it to me again.
It was something just for him.
Just Ryder.
“How long do you think you can take of my cock pounding this sweet pussy of yours before you scream my name?” he asked, his tone laced with desire.
I couldn’t focus on his question as he brushed his fingers over the soaked wet lace material of my underwear. The brief contact caused a loud groan to tear from my throat.
“Answer me,” he growled in my ear before sticking his tongue inside it.
I cried out, “Ryder, please.”
His low chuckle was the sexiest sound I had ever heard. “You cried out my name before we even got started,” he murmured, moving his lips to my cheek. “Oh, darling, I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
Yes, I silently pleaded.
He took my hand and led me over to his bed; his gaze on me like I was his next meal.
“You look stunning, but I want you naked. Now.”
Oh, fuck.
I swallowed. “O… Okay.”
Ryder bit down on his lower lip as I gripped the hem of my dress and slowly shimmied it up to my waist, exposing my bare stomach, hips and thighs. Ryder set his jaw and balled his hands into fists by his sides, like he was forcing himself to remain still as I undressed for him. It gave me a spurt of confidence and urged me to remove my dress completely.