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“Please put your mouth on me. I’d really like an orgasm right now.”
I smiled, pressing a kiss to her skin. She was just perfect. Honest and lush and perfect.
When I pulled my hand away from her, she groaned in protest.
“Patience, honey.” I pulled down her leggings. She wasn’t wearing underwear, and I got hard at the sight. Once I’d freed her legs, I kneeled between them. She was trimmed, but still wild, and I couldn’t fucking wait.
“I’ll stop if you tell me to, Syd. But I hope you don’t. When it gets too intense, just pull on my hair. You want me to finish, though, I promise.”
With a nod from her, I lowered my face, inhaling her, testing her with the tip of my tongue. Her hips bucked, and I held them down as I parted her, found where I wanted to be.
She tasted like honey and woman. Like a fucking goddess.
It didn’t take long for her to moan my name, for her hips to shoot up, for me to become the first man to ever make her explode from the inside out. Her fingers ripped through my hair; my name tore across her lips.
The sound was my undoing. I loved it. I lovedher.
Shit. I was in love with Sydney Valentine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
SYDNEY
He murmured in his sleep.
I still knew so little about who Ryder was now, but I knew that.
He also reached for me. Every time I rolled away from him in the night, his heavy, sleep-laden arm would pull me back against him, as if his subconscious mind was afraid of letting me get too far.
It was a bit suffocating, feeling trapped like that. Cuddling wasn’t my thing. With previous partners, it had beenwham bam, thank you, ma’am.Yet, I couldn’t completely pull away, and when I finally fell asleep, it was with his large palm restingagainst my stomach.
This morning, I sat up, no blanket covering me, and watched him mutter to himself, his eyes still closed. I studied the serious expression on his face, the way his brows drew down, but his lips stayed relaxed.
He was beautiful. Too beautiful. All dark features and a gloomy aura. Jameson once told me I was like sunshine—bitchy and bright—and that I only liked him because he was my opposite—nicer but also much darker.
Was that what drew me to Ryder?
A crash rang through the house, and I froze, waiting for the inevitable knock on my door. Teddy always had the worst timing. But it didn’t come. Instead, I heard a string of curses, followed by Rowan’s laughter. “Bro, did you just fall down the stairs?”
Dealing with my brother during a hangover was always one of my favorite things, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t get dressed. Not when there was a frowny angel in bed with me.
He rolled toward me, still asleep, and the covers slipped down, revealing the full breadth of his perfect chest.
I lay on my side, facing him, and drew one finger down his cheek. It was impossible not to want this man, not to lean in and lick a trail up his neck, stopping to bite his jaw.
“Mmm.” He tilted his head down, burying it in my shoulder and smiling against me. “Not a bad way to wake up.”
I slipped my leg between his and turned my face to catch his lips. Even our morning breath didn’t stop us from moving closer, our chests pressed together.
Ryder groaned. “We have to stop.”
I nipped his lip. “Why’s that?”
“Your brother is awake and making a lot of noise.”
It was true. Teddy always spoke way too loudly when he felt like crap, but I’d been doing a good job of tuning him out. Now, hearing him was like a bucket of ice water cascading over us. I pulled away, but Ryder’s arm caught my waist and yanked me back against him.
“I didn’t say you had to leave.”
