Page 12 of Ryder

When he turned, I focused on his buns of steel and clenched my fists to resist the temptation to rush forward and squeeze the tight globes. God, he’d turned me into a nymphomaniac.

Looking around the shower, I saw a shelf built into the wall with shampoo, conditioner and men’s body scrub. Two hooks sat on either side of the shelf. One had a back scrubber hanging off it, the other, a sponge. Getting the shampoo, I opened the container and poured a small amount into my hand. Running it through my hair I lathered it up and washed my hair, repeating the process with the conditioner. The hot water seeped into my skin and relaxed my body, soothing my aching muscles. I didn’t want to get out of the water, but I knew I couldn’t procrastinate any longer and had to go down to see Ryder.

Turning off the shower, I stepped out, wrapping the towel Ryder had out for himself around me. I walked into the bedroom and laying on the bed, as he said there would be, was a pile of neatly folded clothes. Going to them, I picked them up, frowning at the women’s garments. Where did they come from? Whose clothes were these? Black bikini briefs, a pink tank top with built in bra that barely contained my breasts, and a sheer white long lacy dress top would help cover my overflowing cleavage. The black tights were a size small but fit stretched to the max. I would have bought a medium.

Dressed, I headed to the kitchen. Ryder and I needed to talk, and not just about whose clothes I was wearing. If I didn’t remember where the kitchen was I would have been able to easily find it with the heavenly smells coming from it.

Ryder stood by the stove in just dark blue sweat pants hung low, the perfect muscled v showed when he turned and flashed a heart stopping smile my way. His smile sent my heart a flutter. My gaze raked his body but I couldn’t stop staring at his muscular chest. His bold tattoos had me itching to go to him and trace them, feeling his strength beneath my fingers.

“You done looking your fill or do you want me to put the food in the oven and we can move somewhere more comfortable?” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down and I couldn’t stop my giggle slipping free.

“Put a shirt on.” I sat on a stool where a plate with a knife and fork rested on the bench. Picking them up I banged the end on the marble counter. “Give me my breakfast. I’m hungry.”

He turned back to the stove and when he turned again he had an oven tray pilled full of bacon, eggs and hash browns. “I thought you wanted me to put a shirt on. I can’t feed you and go get my shirt at the same time. I’m talented, just not that much.” He winked and I knew my grin was big. I hated to admit it but I did love his cockiness and I enjoyed our banter.

“Well I suppose if you feed me I’ll forgive your near nakedness.” Ryder stacked food onto my plate. “You don’t think I’m going to eat all this?” The plate was stacked high with four eggs, three hash browns and ten slices of crispy bacon. “I don’t think I’ll even eat half.” He did a plate for himself with double what I had and sat on the stool next to me. He reached across and grabbed some of my bacon but I slapped his hand away. “Eat your own.”

“You’re feisty. I like it.”

“I’m glad you do. It comes in handy for times like this when bossy men try to take over.” Now was my time to talk. I glanced at the gorgeous ring. This was the first thing. “You put this ring on my finger and although I said, under duress I might add, that I was yours, that doesn’t mean I agreed to marry you. Not that you even asked. I mean a girl might wanna have a proper proposal. You know, romance and all that.” Shooting a glare at him I shoveled some eggs and hash brown in my mouth and slowly chewed, savoring the perfectly cooked food. “I came here yesterday to talk, but I hate to admit this, you have this strange effect on me.” Heat crept up my neck and settled on my cheeks as I remembered just what effect he had on me all night long.

“So you believe you’re my soul mate now?” I hated the smugness in his voice.

“No. I didn’t say that. I said you have an effect on me. Look, we can argue back and forth, but what I’m getting at is you can’t just charge at me and take over my life.”

“I didn’t charge at you. I’ve given you time and then you came to me.”

Argh! I hated that he was right. Well, in a way. “I gave you an inch and you took way more than a mile.” I continued to eat and was surprised when I looked over to see that Ryder had eaten everything on his plate and now sat turned, listening to me. “How the hell do you eat all that and look like you do? Do you always eat like this?” I shook my head. Of course he didn’t. Surely?

He shrugged his big shoulders. “Not all the time. I’m a growing boy though and need energy.”

“Ha, I think you’re fully grown.” I looked down at my own plate shocked to find I’d almost eaten everything. “What do you want from me?” Groaning at how whiny I sounded, I eased of the stool and paced back and forth.

“Love.”

Whoa. I was not expecting him to say that. I stopped pacing and studied the man sitting on the stool. He gazed at me like I was the most precious jewel in the world. I’d never had anyone look at me with such hope and, dare I say, already growing love. My brother loved me and so did my father, in his own way, but other than my mother I’d not had anyone else love me or ask for my love like Ryder had. Could I fall for Ryder? He hadn’t done anything that would make me think I couldn’t. He was strange and I had thought he was crazy, but I, myself, hadn’t been acting so sane. He made me feel so many different emotions, anger, hate, love and frustration, which was something I hated to admit to, but I hadn’t felt much in a while. I’d been going through the motions. Moving to Brisbane had helped, but I still felt stuck. Ryder, from the moment I’d met him, had brought me out of my comfort zone. He’d got me changing my rules. The ones I had in place to keep me safe. To protect my heart.

Could I love Ryder? Yes. I just had to learn to how.

I could see the inner battle in Divinity as she decided whether she was going to let herself love me or not. I knew it would take time. Love was something that needed to grow. I knew I was starting to love Divinity. It was easy, with her loyalty to her family and the way she looked after her brother. The backbone she had against what she wanted and what she believed in was phenomenal. I loved that she wasn’t afraid of me or that she didn’t care about my family name.

I thought about all she’d said and glanced at the ring, then back to her face. She was right. She deserved romance. She deserved to be asked. “How about this. The ring is yours. Keep it on. I’ll give you what you want. I’ll ask you too. Not right now, but when I know you’ll be ready.” Getting off the stool, I went and gathered her to me, hugging her tight and pressing a kiss on the top of her head. “Let’s get to know one another. Give us together the chance I know you want to give it. We have the spark and this now proves we can get along without arguing.”

Her sigh was loud but she wrapped her arms around me returning the hug. “Fine. Let’s do this, but I want to date. Just because I came over last night and jumped your bones doesn’t mean I intend to do that all the time.”

I was glad she couldn’t see my face right now because I was grinning like a loon. I’d gotten what I wanted. Well, I was on my way to getting it. And from watching my cousins and uncle I knew Divinity would be jumping my bones, as she so well put it, again very soon. “Okay. Dates. I can do that. Tomorrow I’ll pick you up at seven?” If I didn’t have to work tonight I would have taken her out, but tomorrow would do.

She raised her brow and pushed me away making her way across the room and placed her hands on her hips. “Why do you assume I’m free tomorrow night? Maybe I already have plans.”

There was no way she had plans with anyone but me. Going to her, I circled her waist and brought her to me, tilting her chin so she looked me in the eyes. “You’re mine. There is no one else you will go on dates with but me.”

She rolled her eyes, but I didn’t miss the twitch of her lips into a quick smile before concealing it. “Okay, tomorrow at seven thirty.”

I wasn’t stupid. I knew she made the time change so she had some control back. Choose your battles, I told myself as I thought about arguing about the time. I knew I’d chosen right when after a moment she snuggled against me and relaxed her stance.

Now for the next battle. Protection. Security.

Taking a step back I slipped my hand down and twined my fingers with hers. I guided her to the lounge room and sat on the sofa, placing her on my lap. She twisted and pushed to get off but I held firm, holding her tight until she gave up on a sigh and snuggled against me. Her delicate frame fit perfectly.

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