Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
With a quick kiss on her lips, I drop my hands from her sexy body and take a step back. “You’re here now. That’s what matters.”
“Ryder—” she starts, but I raise my hand to stop her.
“Not right now, Jordyn. Right now, I need you naked. I need to feel you all around me, and I needed it about twenty-four months ago.”
She nods and strips out of the rest of her clothes while I do the same.
Moving before she can make out what I’m about to do, I grip her hips, and I toss her gently on the bed. Her laughter, a beautiful sound I’ve missed like a fucking limb, fills the room. I waste no time crawling over her. My hands are flat on the bed next to her head, and I settle between her thighs when she opens for me. It’s as if she’s welcoming me home.
Staring down at her, my heart squeezes inside my chest. There have been times over the last two years that I often wondered if I made it all up. Did I really love her as much as I thought I did? Did she love me the way she confessed those days before she left? It’s hard not to question those feelings during that long of an absence.
However, staring at her now, those feelings burn like fire inside my veins. Shame washes over me that I, even for a second, doubted this. “I love you.” The words are a raspy whisper.
“Ryder.” Her voice cracks. She raises one hand and rests it against my heart. “I will always love you.”
“This isn’t goodbye.” There’s a growl and a bite in my tone that she doesn’t deserve. Leaning down, I press my lips to hers before she has a chance to argue with me. The situation feels as though it’s impossible, but we’ll figure it out. That’s the only option.
Pulling out of the kiss, I lean my weight on one elbow, careful not to crush her, and use the other to run the pad of my thumb over her clit. My fingers begin to explore her pussy, and I hiss out a breath.
“That’s all for you. Only for you,” she tells me.
“I know I should take my time and savor you.” I hoped saying the words would help me slow down, take my time, but this burning need I have for her is too hot, too bright. I can’t fight it.
She locks her legs around my waist and pulls me closer. “I don’t want that. I just want you. I need you, Ryder. It’s been too long.”
“We’re not leaving this room until I’ve had my mouth on every inch of your skin. But for now.” Leaning back on my knees, I fist my cock as I stare down at her. We lock eyes, and she nods.
“There’s been no one since you.”
I nod. “Same.” My voice cracks. I feel like a pussy, but fuck me, she’s here. My girl is home and on this bed, ready for me to take her, and that’s some heavy shit. After two long years, I can’t help but get choked up at her words.
It was only her for me.
It was only me for her.
Us.
Leaning back over her, I place one hand on the bed, while the other guides my cock to her entrance. I push inside her and still. Closing my eyes, I focus on breathing. Her legs wrap around my back, locking her feet at her ankles, and she uses her position to pull me closer.
Dropping both elbows to the bed, I open my eyes. “Hi, sweets.” I kiss her lips. It’s a soft peck, a gentle swipe of my tongue across her lips.
“You feel like home.”
“That’s because that’s what we are for each other.” I want to say more, but I kiss the tip of her nose, and lift myself up. “Hold on.”
She looks confused until I pull back and rock my hips into hers. “Oh,” she moans.
“Headboard, sweets.” Doing as she’s told, she reaches her hands over her head and grips the gold metal bar of the hotel bed. “You good?” I ask.
She nods, licks her lips, and I let loose.
I’m relentless in my pursuit of our pleasure. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and when she moans my name, I know I’m not going to last long. “Touch yourself for me, sweets. I need you to come.”
“I’m close,” she pants. She makes no move to release the headboard that she’s tightly gripping with both hands.
“Jordyn,” I growl, and it’s as if me saying her name flips a switch. Her pussy squeezes my cock like a vise. She arches her back and cries out for me.
Me.
My girl is crying out for me.
I don’t bother trying to hold off as my release barrels through me. I still as I release inside her for the first time in two very long years. My body finally relaxes, and I lean down, pressing my lips to hers. Lazily, I stroke into her mouth, tasting her. I’m stalling because I’m not ready to lose this connection between us. Not when we just got it back.