Page 53 of Bear In A Boutique
“Can I talk to you for a minute?”
Spinning to Ryker’s voice, she gasped as he took her hand and ushered her out of the aisle and over the lawn.
“What’s going on?”
“Alone time.”
He led her through a side door at the lodge, and before she could fully gawk at the rustic architecture, hurried her down the hall.
“I’ll give you the full tour later.”
Ryker opened a door and ushered her into the room. She barely registered that it was a bedroom before he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Moving between her legs, he leaned down and kissed her. One small kiss turned into an inferno. Skirting his hands over her breasts and down her middle, Ryker grabbed at her skirt and pulled it up.
“This is a very accessible dress.”
She arched into his touch as his palm fit between her legs and he slowly dragged his fingers along her sensitive skin.
“I have more at home.”
His fingers slipped beneath her panties and repeated the motions, stroking her exactly the way she needed him to.
“Wear one every day.”
“We’re going to get wrinkled.”
He whisked her panties off with one hand and tossed them on the floor.
“I don’t care.”
Olive arched into his touch with a moan, quickly losing her train of thought as the pleasure built.
“Everyone will know we snuck away to have sex.”
Ryker growled low in her ear. “Your heat isn’t over. I saw you eye fucking me when I walked down the aisle. You wanted me, just like this.”
She couldn’t respond. He was so good at commanding her body, so good at making her come apart and forgetting everything but how he made her feel.
“Yes. Yes, I did.”
Ryker leaned back and unfastened his pants. Olive watched, heart pounding, as he kicked out of them and settled between her legs. She had him half in and half out of the tux, just like she’d imagined.
His lips found hers as he thrust into her and pinned her arms beside her head, sliding his palms into hers and entwining their fingers. He’d already had her so close and the way he filled her up pushed her into a blinding orgasm. She tried to cover her mouth with a hand, but he wouldn’t release her and covered her sounds of pleasure with a kiss instead.
Having him like this seemed surreal no matter how many times he was inside her, or how many mornings she woke up in his bed. Ryker Mitchell was finally hers. He grabbed her hips and jutted into her hard with his release, as if agreeing that yes, he absolutely was.
Breathing hard, he rolled onto his side and brought her with him, his tux jacket crunching with their movements and instantly wrinkling. He looked down at himself and inspected one deeply wrinkled lapel.
“I guess there’s no hiding what we were doing now.”
She groaned and covered her eyes with her hand. “We can stay here and hide away from everyone, so they never know.”
His thumb swept over her lower lip. “We do have a lot of time to make up for.”
Olive parted the lapels of his tux and smoothed her hands over his chest, wishing he could ditch the shirt so she could get to the hard, warm flesh beneath.
“We have time for one more round.”
Ryker scoffed. “I was thinking three, four, maybe ten more.”
