Falling For You (Love In All Seasons #2) - Frankie Love Page 0,35

voice gruff. Like the sight of me leaves him raw, unhinged. Like I could be the end of him or just the beginning. I step toward him, wanting him to think I am beautiful and desirable. “You look so innocent,” he says, his hands moving over my shoulders, running over the slippery satin.

“I’m more than meets the eye, Ryder,” I tell him, a hint of a smile playing on my lips.

“Of that, I am certain.” And then he pulls at my belt, and he pushes the robe off my shoulders, and I stand before him in my tiny nightgown, the one that barely skims my ass, hardly covers my waxed pussy.

“You’re a fucking angel,” he groans, looking me up and down.

And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to doing the exact same thing. I can’t help but stare at him. All of him. His hardness is visible through his boxers and the fact that I excite him excites me.

I want to please him, make him proud. I want him to like what he sees.

He kisses me again, this time his tongue is more demanding, and I melt against him, our mouths meeting in a collision of free will and absolute fate.

Chapter 9

Justine

Of course, this night could have gone in so many different ways. I could have never been taken by Ryder in the first place. I could have been spreading my legs for a man older than my father, being taken in a way that would always remind me of something bitter and sad.

Hell, I could have kept glaring at Ryder when I entered his cabin or I could’ve taken off into the dead of night. I could have fought him harder. I could have refused to speak. I could have closed my eyes and sworn I wouldn’t open them until I was home, safe and sound.

But for whatever reason, I didn’t do those things. For whatever reason when I walked inside Ryder’s cabin I gave in to what the night offered.

And the night is giving me this. It is giving me a man who’s lowering himself to his knees and running his palms over my soft skin.

When Ryder runs his fingertips beneath the straps of my nightgown I shiver, his touch is so intimate, so wanting, that I forget to breathe.

It’s like I’m back in the beginning, I don’t even know myself anymore. I certainly don’t know why I waited so long to have a man touch me like this.

But as Ryder pulls down the straps of my nightgown, letting it fall to the floor revealing my bare breasts and my bare pussy, I know exactly why I waited.

I waited for him.

His fingertips brush over my nipples, pinching them ever so slightly. His hands run over my belly, over my hips, resting on my ass as he pulls me toward his mouth. And then he’s kissing me.

He’s kissing my pussy delicately, taking his time. It’s as if we have a lifetime before us.

And for all intents and purposes, we do. I am here and no one knows where I am and we are alone.

This night is ours.

So, I run my hands through his thick hair, as his mouth devours my mound. When he runs his hand between my thighs feeling my wet cunt, I whimper at his touch. I drip as he moves against me. I ache for more.

He looks up, my hands still threaded through his hair.

“You taste like shortbread,” he says, offering me a smile.

I bite my bottom lip not expecting those words from him. “Like the cookie?”

“My favorite kind.”

I’m still so shocked that I’m having this conversation with a man. This morning, I had never been naked with a guy before, and now this one is kissing my most intimate parts.

“Shortbread is the best thing I’d ever put in my mouth. Until now.”

Heat rises to my cheeks at his words. Ryder makes me feel both adored and delicious.

“But I need to taste more of you,” he tells me. “So I know for sure.”

He stands and lifts me up at the waist, my legs wrapping around him and he carries me to his bed. He sets me down and props a pillow behind my head and pulls my legs toward the edge of the bed.

Then he pushes my knees apart and I forget everything prior to this exact moment.

He licks me up and down, and my knees buckle around him. He runs his hands up and down my thighs as if easing me back into submission.