Page 44 of Lost Boy
I don’t argue, just resting my chin on his shoulder as we bounce along the backyard to his massive home.
When we get to the deck, Ryder lets go of my legs, and I slide down his back until my feet touch the cold cement stepping stone.
“Should I apologize to everyone?” I ask, unsure exactly how I came across earlier when I ran out of there.
“No. Never. Not for your emotions.”
I swallow thickly at his vehemence. “I’m ready,” I tell him, smoothing my jeans. I start to take his letterman jacket off.
“Keep it. For now. It gets pretty cold at night.”
“Okay,” I don’t put up a fight. I like it, and I like the way it smells. I likehim.
“Okay,” he echoes, and we stand at the bottom of the steps in the dark and what feels like the wilderness. At least compared to where I come from.
“They can’t see us down here.”
“Huh?” His pale green eyes are glowing, reflecting the moonlight and distracting me from all rational thought.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Blue.”
“Okay.” Fuck. Why can’t I think of anything more eloquent? But he doesn’t seem to mind the parroted response when he lowers his full lips to mine, pressing them firmly against my flesh. We don’t have a lot of time before someone else comes looking for us, I’m sure.
I loop my arms around his neck, and he runs his hands down my back. I jump and wrap my legs around his waist, his big hand splayed under my bottom.
He walks us backward or forward, fuck, I don’t know. My head is dizzy, and my mind is spinning. He pins me against the hard, stone exterior of the house, but the warmth of Ryder’s jacket and the searing hot press of his lips keep the bitter cold away. I’m burning up inside; the one emotion with no leash flares to life the only way it knows how to when I’m around Ryder.
Lust blazes bright, and I kiss him deeper, rolling my tongue against his own. I press my heels into his ass and use the leverage to grind into him.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I don’t care as I continue to hump him and chase the high I’ve so desperately needed since I woke up.
He pulls away. “They’ll come looking soon.”
“I know,” I pant. Double blue balls are going to kill me.
I chase his mouth, taking his kisses.
Ryder gives my bottom a firm squeeze before lowering me, never breaking the connection between our bodies or lips.
After a few more nibbles and licks, he pulls away.
“We gotta stop.”
I agree, so I take two steps back, breaking the spell.
Ryder holds one palm out flat. “Let’s go inside for real this time. I want you to try to enjoy the rest of your birthday, and let’s start with Georgie’s giant cookie.”
We both pause, and it’s like he just asks for it. They all do this. The outrageous statements.
I snort at his antics, always trying to get me to smile or laugh. I’m starting to wonder if it won’t be long before he succeeds.
Ryder bursts out laughing at his joke and slings a heavy arm around my shoulder, steering us back toward the stairs and the rest of my birthday party.
* * *
Ryder’s lounging on the loveseat, his long legs sticking off the end ridiculously. He’s playing some fast-paced,Tetris-looking game on his phone, his long slender fingers tapping and sliding across the screen.
New thoughts swirl in my mind, things I’ve never desired before. Not until Ryder Cruz.
