She gasped and sagged against me, a tiny moan getting free of her delicious mouth as I continued to rub circles. “Ryder. God, I don’t think I can take this.”
“You can’t take it, Dakota?” My mouth returned to her ear. “Do you have any idea the way you teased me with these gorgeous tits? Wearing all those sweet dresses? Knowing how perfect you were underneath. Did you know, Dakota?”
The back of her head shook against my chest.
“Well listen now and don’t ever forget it. You are everything. Inside and out.”
I nipped my teeth over her earlobe before I kissed down her neck, gliding lower, before I fully knelt. I angled around the side so I could continue to watch her through the mirror. The way she shivered and shook as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her sleep shorts and peeled them down her legs, taking her underwear with me as I went.
I unwound them from her ankles.
It left her completely bare in front of me.
A sight I’d only dreamed of seeing.
Rich brown hair streaked in honey cascaded around her shoulders, draping down to brush over her tits.
Hips full and wide.
The girl nothing but delicious curves and tempting frame.
“Told you last night that you’re the one who’s had me on my knees, Dakota. A beggar at your feet. Do you get it now?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Still behind her, I slowly pushed to standing, fingers sinking into her hips and dragging her back against me.
All that soft against all my hard.
I wanted to bury myself in it. Get lost in it.
And I knew I was treading a thin line. That I was teetering. Getting ready to fall off the side. But I couldn’t go on without her knowing what I saw when I looked at her.
How I felt.
That was the confession that threatened to erupt, and terror locked up my throat.
It was an admission I couldn’t give. Not until I was sure I could promise her everything.
That I wouldn’t be issuing a lie if I admitted what thrummed in my veins.
I slowly rounded her, placing soft kisses on every curve.
Her shoulders.
The swell of her breasts.
Riding down to her belly.
Her hips.
Her thighs.
Needy fingers dove into my hair, yanking at me.
I looked up, catching those eyes staring down at me. “Ryder, I don’t know what you’re trying to do to me, but you’d better do it fast.”
A rough chuckle scraped free. “Eager girl.”
“I already told you I’ve been waiting for too long. I need it. I need you.”
She yanked me toward her pussy that was right in my face. I sent her a smirk as I nudged my hand between her thighs and pressed two fingers into her cunt.
Her walls throbbed around me, woman dripping into the palm of my hand.
“Soaked,” I grunted.
“Did you think I wouldn’t be? With the way you’re teasing me? I want—”
Standing fast, I cut her off before she could get out the plea because I knew what she was asking for. I picked her up by the waist and tossed her onto the center of her bed.
Surprise left her on a gasp, then she giggled as she bounced, and God, she was a fucking sight.
Mesmerizing.
Entrancing.
A dream I was fading into.
The way she was watching me, long locks of hair strewn around her, every inch of her bare.
“I want to see you,” she murmured.
It was a terrible, bad idea because my restraint was fraying with every second that passed, but I figured she’d seen me that way last night, anyway. And if she’d let me strip her down to nothing, the only gentlemanly thing to do would be to return the favor. So I peeled myself out of my tee then went to work on my fly, shoving my jeans down my legs until I was naked in front of her.
She pushed up onto her elbows, and she took me in the same way as I’d been watching her through the mirror. But unlike her, I had everything to hide. A reason to cower and cover.
Except she was murmuring her praise like I wasn’t a monster standing in front of her. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you, Ryder. You think it was me driving you insane? Couldn’t you feel it coming off me every time you came in the room? I don’t know how one man can make me shake the way you do. The way you make my heart race. The way I…”
She trailed off, unable to say it.
Confessions locked in the tension. Bound by the past. Because we’d be fools to go there when I’d already warned her that I wasn’t sure that I could stay.
But I was still climbing onto the bed, a fiend crawling over her, hovering in all her heat.