Page 39 of Ryder

The band starts playing again, and a slow song has lovers heading to the dancefloor. Ryder eyes me as he extends his hand out to me.

Without hesitation, I allow him to lead me to the dancefloor, where he wraps me in his arms, and we begin to sway lighting to the sounds of a love song. I bring my arms up to his neck and clasp my hands in his hair, running my fingers through the long locks. I breathe in his scent, making note that it has quickly become my favorite smell in the world.

“Scar, I couldn’t imagine being here with anyone else but you,” Ryder whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin and causing goosebumps to dance across my arms.

“There isn’t anywhere else in the world I would rather be,” I admit, my reservations long gone.

Pulling me back, Ryder locks eyes with me, and I can see him trying to read my mind. His chiseled, strong face doesn’t waver as a deep, longing tears through me.

“I need to get you out of here right now. I’m about to rip that dress off your body,” Ryder says through clenched teeth.

I feel my core heat, and I bite my lip in glorious anticipation of what tonight will bring.

“Yes,” I say, wild salacious need driving through me.

Ryder takes my hand and leads us to the entrance. We are almost running as we make our way past the red carpet and reporters, and by the time our feet hit the pavement of the parking lot, we are full-on sprinting.

The limousine is parked across the street, and we race to it, laughing all the way. Once inside, Ryder doesn’t hesitate as he begins to devour me with kisses. I lean my head back, allowing him access to my neck and shoulders. A moan escapes my lips as Ryder pushes a button to allow the partition to block us from the driver. Now, with no audience, we can continue our journey of ecstasy.

“I need to taste your sweetness,” Ryder almost growls, that predatory gaze stealing my heart.

All I can do is nod as he slowly lifts my dress as his hands begin lightly feathering up my legs. I watch as his eyes never leave mine, and he continues moving until he has reached my sensitive bud. His eyes go wide when he feels the heat radiating from me. My need is so strong, I have been ready for him since we arrived at the bar.

“You are ready for me,” he moans, slipping his fingers under the silky fabric of black my panties.

“I am always ready for you,” I claim, biting my lip with anticipation.

I feel him begin to move my panties down my legs, a smooth move as his eyes never waver from mine. He begins to trail light kisses up my right leg, then alternating over to my leg. I can’t think as my head swims with desire. He is taunting me, making my body beg for what I truly want right now. I feel like I am going to combust if he doesn’t hurry up with this teasing game.

“Ryder,” I breathe, my voice heavy. I am not too proud right now to beg him for what I want. For what I need and crave.

“Tell me what you want,” Ryder demands, his lips so close to my clit, I can feel his warm breaths tickling my sensitive area.

“You, Ryder. I want you,” I almost scream.

A wicked smile spreads across his face before he moves in and places his lips on my clit. He begins to lick and suck, an arousing combination that has me digging my hands through his hair, pushing his head closer to me.

His hands begin to rub my thighs, spreading me further open as he nibbles on me. I cry out his name, my body giving in to Ryder. He owns me now—all of me.

His tongue darts in and out of me as he takes two fingers and slides them inside of me. The climax building is insurmountable, and I feel like I am about to die and go to heaven. Screaming out his name again, I fall back on the seat as I combust all around him.

Pulling his face back up to me, Ryder grins as I struggle to regain my breathing. That was beyond magical, and I swear, I saw fireworks and angels dancing all around me.

“Fuck, Scar. You have never looked more beautiful,” he says, moving up next to me.

He takes the handkerchief from his pocket and wipes me off his face before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to my lips.

We lean back into one another, both of us exhausted from the high Ryder just took us on. My walls are long gone, and my vulnerability is wavering. I have given this man all of me, and there is still one thing left he wishes to possess.

“Ryder,” I say, causing him to look at me.

His fingers are trailing down my arms as he holds me close to him.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice low and tired.

“You know how I told you that I needed time. That I had all of these rules, I had created to save myself from heartbreak?” I ask him.

Ryder leans over and looks at me with fear in his eyes. I can feel him tense under me, and I know that I need to get to the point quickly.

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