When they’re all done with their reunion, his eyes find mine again. I rake my eyes over him. Over every beautiful inch. The moment I see it, I think my heart explodes. That complete total devotion and adoration he has for me shines through so brightly, it’s blinding. And the desire. The desire that’s only ever been for me ripples off him in waves.
I take him in from his clear eyes to his straight shoulders to that beautiful face cut from marble to that wonderful granite cut body that is being hidden by too many clothes. I squeeze my thighs together to stop from squirming under my need for him.
And that smirk. That cocky, arrogant smirk and that raised brow as he tilts his head has my mouth watering. “See something you like, pixie?”
“Always you,” I whisper softly.
In three steps we meet. I leap into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. Our lips tangle for too brief a moment. “I missed you so much,” I murmur into his neck.
“Not as much as I missed you, pixie.”
Catcalls and awes circle the room, making me blush, but he ignores it all. His eyes are only on me. Only for me. “How long before I can kick everyone out and have you all to myself?” he murmurs in my ear as he takes the lobe between his teeth. I don’t try to stop the shiver that escapes me.
“Eww,” Tyler groans loudly. “Do you have to be gross?”
Everyone laughs and falls into an easy comradery as Ryder gets settled. They pass around food and drinks –nonalcoholic– for hours. Talking and enjoying themselves. Cara and Jake are the first ones to leave, taking Tyler with them for the night, followed shortly by Angel and Josephine.
“When is Maddox coming back?” Ryder asks Dane once everyone else is gone.
“Another couple of weeks at least. He’s not just cleaning up. He’s dealing with his shit. All the shit he’s been ignoring all these years.”
“He pissed at me for calling Bastian?” Ryder looks worried, like it’s been weighing heavily on him.
Dane shakes his head. “No. He’s been worried about how you’re doing.”
“Of course, he has,” Ryder chuckles.
“He’ll be okay, Ry. Then we can all continue on this crazy journey with the new you. Both of you.”
“Still me, Dane. I’m still an impatient hothead. Still have all the same issues and hang ups. Just have some tools to deal with it all.”
“So damn proud of you,” Dane says again with a widespread grin.
“We all are,” Cami tells him. “But now we’re going to get out of your hair so the two of you can have some alone time.”
“Come on, kid,” Dane tells Matt. “You wanted a tattoo. Let’s go get you one.”
Matt looks over at me with a slightly worried grin. I wave him off with a laugh. “I’m cool with it, Matt. And Dane’s a better option for a first tattoo than some random person with a homemade gun and pen ink.”
Matt’seyes grow wide as he realizes what I’m talking about. “Yeah, that was a bitch to cover,” Dane laughs, remembering all those years ago.
When they’re out the door, Ryder pulls me to him with a growl. “You’ve got on too many fucking clothes.”
“The door to the elevator has barely closed,” I give a faux huff.
“Don’t care. Off now.”
With a blush, I shrug off the leggings and my sweater until I’m standing completely bare before him. His eyes grow darker with each pass over my skin. Quicker than a blink, he lifts me into his arms, carrying me down the hallway to his room.
He lays me on the bed, hovering over me as he worships my body with a skill only he possesses. Calloused fingers knead my breasts. Warm, skilled tongue devours my pussy. He brings me to the edge of oblivion but never allows me to find that sweet release for I don’t even know how long. When I’m nothing more but a pleading mess begging for mercy, he enters me slowly. So, so slowly.
I’m a geyser about to erupt but he doesn’t move. He just watches me with so much love in his eyes, the frustration of needing a release dissolves into a need to just be with him. I rock my hips slowly, driving him deeper. Making us one. One spirit. One soul. One heart.
He lets out a groan, no longer able to hold back. He plunges himself into me, reaching deep inside to places only he’s ever been. Slowly angling with each thrust, he fills me to the brim. He licks the sweat trickling at my hairline and between my breasts before swirling a tongue around my nipple, pulling the little bar that I had done in his absence between his teeth.
He pushes my legs up to my ears, bottoming out completely, and I cry out from the pleasure that is coursing through my veins. “Missed you so fucking much,” he mumbles as he bites down on my shoulder. “You are home. Everything.”
His words and mumblings send me closer to that blissful state as I begin to clench around him. “That’s what I want, Heaven. I want to feel you everywhere.” He leans back, looking down at where we are joined then takes my clit between his fingers in a stinging pinch that has me nearly launching off the bed as I shatter around him. “Just like that,” he groans, moving faster and harder as I pulse around him. “Just. Like. That.” His voice is sandpaper and gravel as hecomes deep inside me with a roar.
