Taking his hand, I lean back, pulling him with me. He comes over top of me, blanketing me with his warmth before taking my mouth in another kiss, one that reaches the very depths of me. I wrap my leg around his hip and try to urge him on, needing to feel him inside of me, but he hesitates. “Em, are you on the pill?”
His question catches me off guard and I quickly realize I should have thought about protection too. “Yes.”
“I’ve never been without a condom, but I don’t want to use one with you, baby. I need to feel all of you.”
“Yes,” I whisper again, wanting that just as badly. Richard is the only other person I have been with, and he always used a condom. I don’t want that with Ryder. I want to feel all of him too.
Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to the corner of my eye, my heart melting at the familiar act from all those years ago. He slightly rises up on one arm and grasps his erection before sliding it through my slick, wet folds, lubricating it with my arousal. I whimper when it skims over my clit and wiggle underneath him. “Ryder, please. I need… Ahhh!” I scream as he enters me in one powerful thrust, stealing the breath from my lungs.
He freezes. “Oh fuck! You okay, baby?”
“Yes,” I moan breathlessly, and reassure him by lifting my hips to bring him deeper. With a growl he starts thrusting inside of me with deep, hard strokes, filling me completely – body and soul.
“Goddamn, Emily, you feel even fucking better than I remember, and I didn’t think that was possible.”
I never forgot how incredible this felt with him. Never forgot a moment of our time together. Six years ago Ryder and I created a world of our own, one where money and status never mattered. Nothing mattered but the two of us.
As I stare into his heated gaze while he fills me with utter perfection, I can’t help but get thrown back into the past, to the night he snuck in my bedroom window and claimed not only my body but my heart.
“I hate that I can’t see you right now.”
“You see me, Em, far better than anyone else ever has.”
Closing my eyes, I reach up with both hands and frame his face, seeing him the way I did all those years ago. He slows his pace and encircles my wrist before kissing the inside of my palm.
“No one is going to fuck with this, Emily. You hear me? You are mine and no one is going to take you from me.”
My throat goes tight as I remember that feeling of impending doom, the fear of us not getting to be together and what my father would do when he found out. It turned out to hurt so much worse than what I could have ever expected. My heart swells painfully with the remembered pain of the past, and before I can stop it a single tear escapes.
Ryder stills, staying buried deep inside of me then drops down and rests his forehead on mine. I keep my eyes closed with my hands framing his face. I don’t need to tell him what’s wrong because he knows. Like always. “I thought about you, Em. All the fucking time, baby, I thought about you. I wish I would have came back sooner, I wish I wouldn’t have been scared.”
My eyes shoot open at his admission, shocked to hear he was scared. I didn’t think it was something he was capable of feeling. “Why were you scared?”
He stares at me indecisively, conflicted on whether to answer. “I was fucking terrified to come back and find you with someone else. Leaving you all those years ago gutted me, but if I would have come back to find out you belonged to someone else, to know you couldn’t be mine, it would have fucking destroyed me.”
For the first time, I realize how much this also hurt him. The pain that I felt all those years ago at the well he felt too, and it’s all thanks to my father. I wrap my arms around him and bury my face into his neck. “I never stopped being yours, not in my heart. I missed you so much it hurt.”
“I missed you too, baby.” I feel his breathing turn heavy as he struggles to hold in whatever emotions he’s feeling. “No one is going to take you from me ever again, Emily. You are mine!” He follows up his statement with a hard thrust.
I gasp and my back arches off the bed at the exquisite burn. “Yes, yours.”
“That’s right. You have always been mine and you will always be mine.” Rising up, he unwraps my legs from around his waist, draping them in the crook of his arms and changes the angle of his thrusts. I cry out as he hits that spot deep inside of me, and it has my inner walls fluttering around him. He groans. “You’re close, Em. I can feel it.” He’s right, I’m so close. I fist the sheets, my body wound tight as I teeter on the edge. “Look, baby. Look between us, watch my cock fuck what’s mine.”
Slightly rising on my elbows, I look between us and watch his erection slide in and out of me. “Oh god.” The sight is so intimate and arousing that it has me crashing over the edge. I fall back on a scream as ecstasy slams into me.
“Ah yeah, that’s it, baby, milk my cock.” He increases his pace, pounding into me relentlessly, fucking me through the most intense orgasm of my life.
I’m barely coming down from my high when he drops on top of me, bracing his weight on his elbows and spills himself inside of me. I hold him close through his own release, my fingers threading in his hair and my lips close to his ear. I get the desperate urge to tell him I love him, that I never stopped, but I decide to wait a little longer before admitting those words to him.
We both heave for breath as we lay in a sweaty, tangled mess. He rests his forehead against mine intimately. “You okay?”
“Yes. It was perfect.” Framing his face in both my hands, I lift up and press a soft kiss to his mouth. “You’re perfect.”
His expression softens. “You’re the perfect one, Em.”
“How about we’re perfect together?”
He grins back. “Deal, baby.”
As he pulls out of me with a groan, his phone rings. Leaning over, he pulls his cell from his jeans then looks at the number. “Sorry, I have to take this.”
“It’s fine, go ahead.”
He gives me a quick, delicious kiss before answering. “Jameson.”
Sitting up, I swipe his shirt off the floor and throw it over me before making my way to the bathroom. I clean up quickly then assess my reflection in the mirror as I wash up. My tumbled hair is messy from Ryder’s urgent hands, and my skin has a glow I’ve never seen before. I touch my swollen lips and smile as I think about how they got that way.
Feeling happier and lighter than I have in days, I walk out of the bathroom to see Ryder sitting up against the headboard, still talking on his phone. The sheet is draped low on his hips, displaying his incredible, decorated perfection for my viewing.
His intense gaze devours my body that’s covered only by his shirt. “Yeah, I figured as much,” he says to whoever is on the phone, then pulls the sheets aside for me to get in. I make my way over, but instead of getting in beside him I crawl on top and straddle him. His eyes darken and he grips one of my hips possessively. I smile and quirk a brow when I feel him grow hard under me, but my flirtatious demeanor vanishes with what he says next: “No, she doesn’t know where, but she does think it’s on the property. If she isn’t able to get the key we will find another way.”
I slam back into reality and my heart becomes heavy once again. This horrific situation was easy to forget when I was wrapped in the safety and pleasure of Ryder’s arms.
“I imagine security is tight, but if we find out what he uses we can work around it and explore the perimeter at night.” He watches me, my expression clearly giving away my feelings. “Listen, I need to go, we’ll talk more about it tomorrow. Let me know what Senator Adams has to say and I’ll let you know when I get the key.” After saying goodbye, he reaches over and puts his phone on the nightstand.