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In that moment, Ryder was hers. His pleasure was hers. She licked her lips as he pulled back with a groan.
He bent and removed his boots, trousers, and briefs. He was still semi-erect, and she had a feeling it wouldn’t take much to bring him to full arousal again.
She needed him inside her. “I’m protected, but,” she bit her lip.
He pulled a wallet from his back pocket and withdrew a foil packet before dropping the wallet and trousers onto the beige carpet.
A sudden stab of jealousy tightened her shoulders. If he carried condoms, then casual sex must be something he indulged in frequently.
Ryder lifted her off the floor to the bed. His body covered hers. The feel of him banished any thoughts of other women. He pinned her hands over her head, holding her captive as his mouth latched onto her nipple, drawing hard.
Electricity arced to her womb.
Without warning, he plunged two fingers into her, jacking her spine into the air as pleasure crashed over her like a rogue wave.
She tugged on her hands, desperate to touch him, but he didn’t release her.
“Look how ready you are for me, baby,” Ryder’s guttural rasp in her ear made her clench around his fingers. “You enjoyed taking me in your mouth, didn’t you?”
“Please, Ryder.” She ached. A deep, throbbing ache that only he could ease. “I need you.”
He released one of her hands from his iron grip and brought it down to wrap her fingers around his shaft. His hips moved, pumping into her tight grip, lengthening, growing harder.
Velvet over steel.
She whimpered and shifted her hips to position him at her entrance. If he didn’t fill her soon, she might drown in a tidal wave of need.
The sound seemed to galvanize him into action. He ripped open the foil packet, covered himself, and drove into her in one hard thrust.
Nathalie gasped at the overwhelming invasion.
Familiar and yet different.
Ryder froze above her, his expression strained. “Did I hurt you?” His cock jerked inside her and they both moaned. “Christ, Nathalie, you feel so fucking good.”
“It’s okay. It’s been a while, that’s all.” Her hips arched, seating him deeper. She dug her fingers into his back, clasping him to her. Her body needed more. She wanted to crawl inside his skin, so close that he’d feel her love.
Forgive her sins.
Ryder’s arms trembled as he slowly pulled out, then thrust just as slowly in. He lowered his hips so that his length dragged over her most sensitive area with each push and withdrawal.
She tightened around him, sensation building like a speeding train careening out of control.
His hips moved faster, his thrusts harder.
Nathalie’s world narrowed to the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall, the slap of their sweaty bodies moving together, the look of fierce concentration on Ryder’s face.
His blue gaze captured hers, hard and demanding. “Come for me.” He dropped his fingers to her clit. “Now.”
She exploded, thrown off a cliff into ecstasy, dimly aware of Ryder’s shout above her, as he gave one last powerful thrust before his body jerked with his own release.
When her world came back into focus, Ryder had propped himself on his forearms to keep from crushing her. His chest heaved against her breasts as he sucked in deep breaths.
Nathalie closed her eyes and felt…everything. The sheen of perspiration coating his smooth back. His warm, moist breath in her ear, the damp hair on his neck. She tried to commit it all to memory in case it was the last time she and Ryder ever made love.
You know what you have to do.
Ryder stood and padded to the bathroom. The light flicked on, sending a flood of brightness into the bedroom before he closed the door.