were as heavily muscled as the rest of him, and his cock…well I’d say the size and breadth of it put my dildos to shame, but then I’d have to admit owning things like that. Which I totally didn’t.
This time when he leaned over me, his dog tags slid around to hang from his neck, the metal resting between my breasts. With one hand, he moved them to his back instead. It was a gesture that struck me, and I knew I’d always remember the first time he did that.
Wait…the first time?
I shoved that thought away since there was plenty to focus on in the present. My thighs cradled his hips as he guided himself into me.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said, which I thought was nice. Real polite.
He took it slow, and after the first few inches, I could see why. My body took a moment to accommodate his size. I thought he was all in, but then he pushed his hips, burying himself to the hilt. For a flash of a second there was a twinge of pain, but then it was sheer bliss.
“We fit perfect,” he murmured in my ear. “Just like I knew we would. Tight and dripping wet for me, sweetheart.”
Ryker’s mouth found mine, our tongues tangling together as he moved. I decided then and there that I would never again say size didn’t matter, because boy, did it ever. His cock created a delicious friction against my clit—a tantalizingly slow withdrawal, then a deep thrust sliding back inside me. He didn’t rush, and I felt the slow build of another orgasm.
I lifted my hips to meet his, my hands clutching at his ass, urging him on with my body. We were both slick with sweat when he finally gave in to my unspoken demands, moving harder and faster, until I couldn’t keep up with him.
I came again, stars exploding behind my eyelids, and it was even better than before. A split second later, Ryker let out a shout, burying himself deep inside me. His body shuddered with the strength of his orgasm. I tightened my legs around him and held on, pleasurable aftershocks coursing through me like mini-earthquakes after The Big One.
Ryker’s breath was hot on my neck, his weight heavy against my chest, his cock still inside me. He’d slid his arms around my back to hold me close, and I liked that. I liked that a lot.
He was breathing hard, but he kissed me. A long, slow, deep kiss that made my toes curl, which was saying something after what we’d just done.
I wondered what he’d do now, if he’d make an excuse and leave or not even bother with making an excuse, but he did neither. He pulled out of me, turning so he lay on his back, and pulled me to him. I rested my head on his shoulder, my arm across his chest. Lacing his fingers through mine, he gave a deep, satisfied sigh. I closed my eyes, a smile on my face.
Chapter Fifteen
Something was buzzing, but I was too comfortable to bother with it. After a few moments, it stopped. I sighed in my sleep, snuggling closer against Ryker. What seemed like only moments later, the buzzing began again. I frowned and made a noise, unwilling to be pulled into full wakefulness.
“Yeah. Sage’s phone.”
Ryker’s sleep-roughened voice in my ear made my eyes fly open. I sat up, turning to see that the buzzing had been my cell and that Ryker had answered it. He lay on his side, facing me, the phone at his ear.
“Hello,” he said, sounding irritated. “Anyone there?”
“Give that to me,” I hissed, reaching for the phone. What if it was my mother? There wasn’t enough alcohol in the world that would make Thanksgiving bearable.
“Thought it was you,” Ryker said, catching my hand in his and slotting our fingers together, which was real sweet, but so not what I wanted right now. “How’s it going, Parker?”
I felt the blood drain from my face and my eyes went wide.
“You must be looking for Sage. Hold on, she’s right next to me.” Ryker held the phone out. “It’s your dick of a boss, sweetheart.”
I snatched the phone from him, not sure which emotion I felt more of at the moment: anger or mortification. Yes, Parker had seen us leave together last night, but it was quite another thing to have it spelled out in such black-and-white that I was waking up in Ryker’s bed.