Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
All I know is that I want more.
But only with Ryder.
That thought should scare the crap out of me, and on some distant level, bells are ringing shrilly inside my brain. Because I can’t allow myself to fall for him. I need to enjoy this for what it is.
Fun.
An exercise in broadening my horizons.
As I move against him, his cock grows stiffer. His hands inch upward until he can cup my breasts, locking me against his muscular body as his fingers toy with my nipples through my dress.
The deep vibration of his groan echoes in his chest before reverberating throughout my body and settling in my clit. It’s almost a shock to realize that it wouldn’t take much to make me come.
Even in front of all these people.
He buries his face in my hair. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
I twist my head until his mouth can crash onto mine. One stroke of his tongue along the seam of my lips is all it takes for me to open. And then he’s delving inside, wreaking havoc, sending my senses into a tailspin.
Just when I’m on the verge of self-combusting, he pulls away enough to search my eyes. He spins me around until my front is once again pressed against his chest before wrapping his fingers around mine and dragging me through the gyrating crowd until we’ve turned a corner and find ourselves in a long, dark stretch of hallway. A group of women who look to be in their mid-twenties saunter past in sky-high heels and short glittery dresses, their interested gazes sliding over Ryder as he stalks past with me in tow.
“Lucky girl,” one of them sighs.
Another agrees with the sentiment.
And then we’re pushing through an emergency exit into a deserted alleyway. The chill of the breeze slaps at my overheated cheeks, instantly cooling them. I haven’t had a drop of alcohol, but I feel strangely drunk.
Euphoric.
Ryder spins around and presses me to the building. The rough scrape of the brick against my back isn’t enough to dull the heat that continues to rage within.
When his mouth crashes onto mine, our tongues tangle. There’s absolutely nothing gentle about the kiss. He presses closer, his thick erection digging into my belly. My hand slides between us, wrapping around him through the khakis he’s wearing and squeezing tight.
He pulls away just enough for a hiss of air to rush past his lips.
There’s so much combustible heat filling his eyes.
Hunger.
For me.
For my touch.
It’s a heady, powerful sensation.
One I’ve never experienced before.
Ryder might not realize it, but we’re checking off so many other things that never made it onto the list. Things that only lived within my fantasies.
My palms settle on the sinewy planes of his chest before gently shoving him away. A frown morphs across his features as he retreats, and I slip around him. He turns, following me with a steady gaze. Then, I push into his personal space and press him against the brick wall, caging him in as much as I can given our size differences.
Our eyes stay locked as I reach up onto my tiptoes and press my lips to his. My kiss is gentler than the last one, but it turns me on just as much. His hands settle at my waist, lingering but never biting into my flesh.
When he opens, I draw his tongue into my mouth and suck the velvety softness until a growl rumbles up from deep within his chest. Once I release it, I nip at his lower lip and then the top before pressing a lingering kiss to each corner of his mouth. I slide lower to his chiseled jawline where there’s a day or two worth of stubble.
My teeth scrape over the sharp jut of his chin before descending along the thick column of his throat. A groan escapes from him as he willingly bares it and I lick my way along his masculine flesh. As soon as I press my lips there, the scent of his aftershave teases my senses. My hands drift along his sculpted chest. The muscles that lie beneath the dress shirt are hard and chiseled. He feels more like granite than flesh and bone.
When my fingers settle on the button of his pants, he stills. My gaze flickers to his, wondering if he’ll stop me. When he doesn’t, I pop it open.
“What is it you think you’re doing?” he asks in a raspy tone that strums something deep inside my belly.
I glance around the dark alleyway, needing to confirm we’re still alone. From deep within the building, the faint sound of music vibrates through the brick as my fingers slip inside the front of his khakis and boxer briefs until they can wrap around his thick erection. He’s impossibly hard. The heat that radiates from his smooth flesh nearly singes me.