Understanding sends a thrill of satisfaction up my spine.
I love how unhinged I make him.
Grabbing his hands, I place them on my hips before leaning forward. My face is mere inches from his, and when those full lips open on a puff of air, it all becomes too real.
I want nothing more than to kiss him right now, but I can’t. If I’m going to ride this man fully clothed until I get myself off, I can’t break this boundary too. We need to have a conversation about what we both want. The sooner we do, the sooner we can get these clothes off. But right now is not that time, not when he’s likely to tell me anything I want to hear.
I focus my attention on the utter magic happening between my thighs as my clit meets the head of Ryder’s length with each roll of my hips.
“Oh, god,” I cry, and,finally, he starts meeting my movements with thrusts of his own.
“Climb up here and ride my face, Lola,” he pleads.
“I thought,” another sweep of heat dips in my belly, “you said,” another moan, “you couldn’t handlemore, right now.”Ican’t handle more right now.
He releases a strangled groan, bucking up into me with renewed vigor. The thin, silky pajama bottoms I’m wearing and his boxer briefs do nothing to dull the pleasure searing through me as I come undone over top of him.
His blue eyes, framed in dark lashes, pierce me as my body ripples with pleasure.
“Fuck,” he grunts.“Lola,”he moans, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, doubly so as his hot cum coats my seam through our layers of clothing.
I should regret this, but I don’t. I don’t regret a single thing about Ryder Lockhart, except for ever leaving him.
“Darlin’,” he says, his voice cautious as hiscalloused fingers dig into my hips.
I give him a reassuring smile and bend forward to plant a chaste kiss on his sharp jawline. His stubble leaves my lips raw, and I climb off his lap.
He jolts from the bed, rushing to the bathroom.
“Ry, what are you doing?”
“Getting something to clean you up,” he says, the words coming out in a rush.
I chuckle. Ryder, always the gentleman. “Ry, I’m going to take a shower,” I tell him, hoping to ease his mind, but instead, his eyes go wide, and he stammers on his words.
“Oh, yeah, okay. I’ll go grab you a towel.”
I shake my head, a grin plastered on my lips. “I meant in myownshower,” I clarify.
He runs a hand through his disheveled, sleep-ridden brown waves and clutches the short hairs on the back of his neck, chewing on his lip. “Yeah, okay,” he says, suddenly so damn shy I have to suck my cheeks in to stop myself from laughing at his expense. “That, uh, makes more sense,” he says, unable to maintain eye contact any longer.
I get out of the bed and stop to squeeze his bicep. “Hey, quit freaking out. We’remarried,” I tell him, trying to lighten the mood, but it has the opposite effect.
His eyes flash with need before he’s able to cover the expression up with a more serene one that feels more like him. “Want anything for breakfast?” he asks, but his cheeks turn pink almost immediately, and it feels damn good to have him flustered for a change. He clears his throat. “After I shower too.”
“Sure. Breakfast would be good,” I say, heading to take that much-needed shower in my own room. Because truthfully, I can’t stand to watch him flounder for a second more.
Chapter Forty-One
SECURITY
SUNDAY, JUNE 8
It’s Sunday,which means I have slightly less work today than usual, but with everything that happened last night, I figured it would be a good idea to up security around here. Dad and I spent the morning installing a few cameras around the property, focusing them on Mayte’s cabin, the main house, Lola’s parents’ place, and ours. I also installed new door locks, in case Lemmon had somehow gotten ahold of the old key or made herself a copy.
Hopefully, whoever broke in last night will be deterred by the new equipment, and we can put this all behind us. Though this gnawing feeling in my gut tells me even I don’t believe that.
“Thanks for helping me out with this, Dad. I know we’d said you were retiring, but it’s nice to have your help,” I tell him, housing the last bucket of red paint for the barn into the truck bed.
