Page 45 of Cavern of Silence

The nervousness in his eyes slowly vanishes, and he returns to kissing me while I unbuckle his pants. He lifts his hips, and I shove them down.

Sinking on Ryker is like a slow burn of instant gratification. And it only keeps giving.

He doesn't shove me down or force me to take any of him, until I'm ready to accept more. Patiently, he strokes my back while kissing my neck and breasts.

His deep, throaty groans ricochet through the air, echoing on the walls, with every extra inch I take. "You feel so good, baby."

"So do you."

"Yeah?" His lips twitch.

"So good," I pant.

How can he even question it?

I kiss his neck, and he grips my hips and controls my thrusts.

"You're intoxicating perfection," he mumbles and devours me in another kiss.

Flesh to flesh, our sweat merges. The faint sounds of the jungle are muffled by moans, breaths, and bodies pounding together as one.

My toes curl. Anything I experienced in the past doesn't prepare me for the endorphins surging through every last bit of my anatomy.

"Ryker," I whimper.

He wraps his arms tighter, kissing me as he pumps his seed powerfully while crying out my name.

If I've ever clung to anyone before, it's him. I want him to be my salvation and future, but I don't know how it's possible. Any notion I had of what a man should be is torn to pieces. He restores my faith that a man can be honorable and worthy, and so can I. He makes me wonder if love is once again possible, and if he could learn to love me.

When I finally lift my head, he kisses me and leaves me breathless again.

He strokes my jaw with his thumb. "You okay?"

"Yeah. You?"

He shakes his head. "No."

Blood pounds between my ears. "I'm sor—"

"Now that I've had you, I'm not going to be able to get enough of you."

I freeze. Silence fills the air and he waits for me to speak. I finally say, "You aren't?"

His eyes twinkle. "Nope. I'm not tired, either, are you?"

"No."

"In fact, I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep a lot tonight. Do you know what that means?"

"No."

"You're not going to get a lot of sleep tonight, either."

I bite back a smile. "I'm not?"

"Nope. I plan on worshipping your body until the sun comes up. How do you feel about that?"

"I think I can sacrifice my sleep."