Page 28 of Ryder

“Fuck, Scar,” Ryder says.

I see the regret in his eyes, and it causes panic inside of me. Is that regret for kissing me? For knowing I wanted to take things slow? My mind reels with the limitless possibilities.

“We shouldn’t…” I go to say, but Ryder grabs me around the waist and places a finger to my lips, hushing me.

“Don’t say it, Scar,” he pleads with me. “You are the most breathtaking woman I have ever seen, and the tragedy of it is, you have no idea how beautiful you are. I can’t and won’t stay away from you. I told you I would be your friend, but I can’tpromise that I won’t fail at not kissing you. My body craves you, and I will take you; however, you let me,” Ryder states.

“Ryder, I feel the same way, but it’s dangerous to jump into something right now,” I cry out.

“Then let’s take it slow,” he urges, his firm hands massaging my waist.

I know I should tell him not to leave and forget he ever met me. But I can’t.

“Why me?” I whisper through my tears.

“Why you?” he asks me, wiping a tear away with his thumb. “I want you because of your heart. You love hard, and I see that in everything you do. You are beautiful beyond belief, both inside and outside. When I am with you, I feel like I can be the real Ryder Raven. Not the racer or the celebrity-- just me. I can laugh and smile with you, and I don’t have to be someone I’m not,” he finishes, his eyes brimming with tears.

My heart swells, knowing he feels this way about me. I have waited my entire life for someone to confess these feelings to me. Not even my ex, Josh, stated such genuine and sincere feelings. As I stood there, looking at Ryder, I realized I had lost the battle to hold up my walls. Here stood a man, a damn good man, who wanted me. And I wanted him, too. Why was I trying so hard to fight him and his feelings for me? I was tired. Tired of running away from my heart and tired of running from what I knew I wanted and needed.

“Ryder, kiss me,” I breathe.

Without thinking twice, Ryder pulls me against his chest, and I feel his hardness push against my thigh. I smile as his lips crash down on mine.

As he kissed me, I felt the heaviness of my own fears start to dissolve. I needed Ryder, and he needed me. Maybe, just maybe, we could make this work.

As we moved over to the couch, I realized I didn’t want this moment on my living room sofa. Taking his hand, I led him toward my bedroom, and the amazement in his eyes almost made me giggle.

“Scar, I want you, and if you take me in your room, I won’t be able to stop,” he warns.

“I’m tired of fighting, Ryder,” I say, kissing him again as we enter my bedroom.

We move as one until we hit my bed. We fall onto the soft comforter, and I can feel Ryder drinking me in with his hungry gaze.

Ryder didn’t hold back any longer. Taking his fingers and trailing them down my stomach, Ryder began to finger the hem of my pants. I took the opportunity to lift his shirt over his head and start working on unbuttoning his jeans. He kicked off his black, biker boots, and I pulled my shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room.

Pushing two fingers into my panties, he licked his lips as he felt my wetness. His eyes went wide with excitement as I looked up at him with desire in my eyes. I nodded, permitting him to move further.

Sliding his fingers inside of me, I let out a moan from the sweet pleasure. He began teasing me, moving slowly in and out of me as he purposely drove me wild.

“Fuck, Scar. You are so ready for me,” he stated.

Biting my lip, I tried to contain my pleasure before climaxing too soon. Truth be told, I hadn’t been with a man since my ex and I hadn’t realized until this moment how much I had missed a man's touch.

He moved faster inside of me, and I gripped onto his strong, muscular arms and screamed out his name as my first wave of ecstasy hit me.

Something about hearing his name slip from my lips sent Ryder into overdrive.

We went from hot to heavy to steamy in a matter of seconds. Our hands were roaming over the other’s body as if we had never touched anyone else before. Ryder was sexy and dangerous, so different from any other guy I had slept with before. He was reckless yet gentle. It was all so tantalizing it drove me mad.

I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a foil packet. Ryder watched with blazing eyes as I unrolled the condom and placed it over his extensive length. Letting out a huff, Ryder moaned as my hands groped over his sensitive skin. The act was careful, yet erotic all at the same time.

Once I had finished my task, Ryder thrust into me without any warning. Screaming out in pleasure, I dug my nails into his back as his rhythm became a constant motion, and I couldn’t help but buck my hips into him, begging him for more.

“Oh Ryder,” I moaned, as I couldn’t control my actions any longer.

I had been with more guys than I cared to admit, but none had ever given me this level of high before. I felt like we had waited forever, but at the same time, we were rushing too fast. With each thrust and movement, Ryder sank deeper and deeper into me. My body molded to him as our breaths began pants as we raced to reach our climax together.

“Damn, you feel so good,” Ryder moaned, as he kissed my neck.

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