Don't Forget Me Tomorrow(47)

Lust crashed through me, all mixed with the confusion. “I thought we were friends?”

Somehow, I was tossing out the weak designation we’d relegated ourselves to. Trying to make it a tease, only the last word cracked.

His rough chuckle scraped the air, just like his rough hands were scraping over my backside. “Oh, Dakota, we’re friends. Really good friends.”

I pushed back against him, the fire inside too intense not to beg. “Show me.”

“So eager.”

“What do you expect? I’ve been waiting half a lifetime.” I tried to play it light. It didn’t work. Not when it was the darkest confession of my soul. Everything I’d given him once and he’d rejected, and now…

The walls closed in and his aura possessed, my entire being quivering as he rode his palms up to the elastic band of my underwear that were fully lace and high-waisted. A pair that made me feel pretty and sexy and had given me the extra boost of courage before I’d come downstairs earlier tonight.

Not that I’d thought that I was going to let Brad see them, but a girl should always be prepared.

But what I hadn’t been prepared for was this.

I honestly didn’t think I’d ever really be when Ryder hooked his fingers in them and began to drag them down my trembling legs.

Everything whirled.

Shifting.

Pivoting.

Turning.

Like every thought and belief I’d possessed had been rearranged.

Old wants and new need and all the questions littered in between.

He angled all the way down so he could wind them free of the pink pumps I wore, and I writhed and squeezed my thighs together when I realized he was kneeling behind me, my ass propped in his face.

I knew I was dripping and soaking wet, and I moaned when Ryder brought attention to it. “You’re drenched, Cookie,” he muttered, dragging his fingertips up the back of my thigh as he slowly stood.

Shivers rolled through me at the tease.

Then he barely brushed his fingers through my pussy.

I jolted forward at his touch, my nails digging into the hard surface like it could keep me steady.

Keep me from floating away.

Because I’d imagined Ryder so many times, but it’d never been quite like this.

No way to anticipate the energy that thrummed. The desire that coated the air like an oil slick.

Electricity snapped within it.

In one heated instant, it felt like everything was going to blow.

“Please, Ryder. I don’t think I can handle you teasing me.”

Low laughter curled from him, and he angled over my back, off to my left side, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Do you need to come, Cookie?”

I whimpered, “Yes.”

Even though I wasn’t sure I could handle it.

This was already too much.

I was shivering and shuddering and couldn’t see straight, and the man had barely touched me.

“Please, make me come.”

The air stirred when he knelt behind me again. He spread my cheeks and licked me from my clit all the way to my ass. I lurched forward at the contact, and a choked breath escaped me. My breasts were pressed to the counter, my heart hammering so hard I was sure Ryder could hear it beating against the metal.

“Too much?” he asked, his voice so low.

“Not enough,” I admitted.

Surprise jutted out of me when he suddenly had me spun back around and was hoisting me up into his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist.

My arms flew around his neck, and I wanted to complain. Warn him I was too heavy. Or maybe just die of embarrassment.

Except Ryder strode across the floor like I didn’t weigh a thing, his hard cock covered by his jeans rubbing at my bare center. There were no words, nothing I could say, everything these incoherent, whimpering sounds as he carried me where he wanted me.

He propped me on the edge of the table.

And I was gasping again.

This man a whirlwind.

Whiplash.

“Ryder, no, I’m going to break it.”

A growl ripped from him, and his hands cinched down on the tops of my thighs. “You’re not going to fucking break it. And if it breaks, then we broke that shit together.”

He stepped back an inch, and I shifted my bare bottom in a needy discomfort. But that bit of apprehension evaporated when Ryder slowly dragged his gaze over me. Heat seared every spot his eyes touched.

“So gorgeous, Dakota.” His voice was hushed, dragging through the dense air. “Earth shatteringly beautiful. You make the world stop spinning every time I look at you.”

My stupid heart threatened to burst from the confines of my chest, pressing against my ribs in a way I couldn’t let it.

This was physical.

I knew it.

It’s all it could be. Still, his words glided through me like praise. Like he was finally seeing me for the first time. The way I’d wanted him to before I’d lost him somewhere along the way.

But I didn’t have time to contemplate all of that before that gruff voice was issuing another command. “Feet on the table, Cookie. Show me that pretty pussy.”

And I think I’d always known Ryder would be a demanding lover.

That he liked it rough.

That he would tear me apart if I ever got the chance.

But that didn’t mean I was equipped for it. That I could keep up.