builds to an unbearable desire until finally I succumb to the pleasure. I scream out unintelligible words as my world explodes into a million stars.
Merde! Where has that been all my life?
“Looks like you enjoyed that,” he says, licking his bottom lip.
“That was…”
“Rock your world amazing?”
Yes, yes, and god yes.
“Erotic,” I breathe out.
He bobs his head a couple times, an arrogant grin mixed with satisfaction lies on his lips. “I’ll take it. Although, I’m a little upset you didn’t scream my name.”
I lift a mischievous brow. “Night’s still young.”
He wipes his glistening mouth on the sheets and crawls up, sucking on one of my perky nipples. “I like how you think.”
I push him over and straddle him after he puts a condom on. My hair falls forward in my face so I wrap it up in a bun.
“Keep it down,” he murmurs and I let it fall over my shoulders. Desire darkens his eyes. His hands squeeze my hips, lifting me until I’m hovering over his cock. Slowly he lowers me. I groan in pleasure at the fullness. And I don’t think he’s even halfway in.
My thighs trembled, and he slows, allowing me to get used to the feeling. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight. Are you okay?”
I nod, lowering until my inner thighs hit his pelvis. Wow. A shock wave of heat shoots up my spine touching every nerve ending along the way. I lift, needing to move, and his fingers dig into my hips, trying to keep control. Still sensitive from his tongue, when his thumb circles my clit, I surge forward.
I rotate my hips against the full length of him. “That’s it, ride my cock.” His groans build my confidence, so I do it a few more times. “Fuuukk,” he mutters, shooting up and flipping me underneath him. His chest heaves as he pulls in a controlled breath. “You’re killing me.” He sits back on his knees and thrusts hard. Tiny sparks shoot through me.
“Do it again,” I plead. “Please don’t stop.”
Who is this woman, begging?
He doesn’t. Rather, he plunges wildly until it pulls me over the orgasmic cliff again. He grunts roughly as I contract around him, making the already tight fit even tighter.
He tenses and convulses as he falls forward.
With a quick nibble on my shoulder, he rolls off me. The rapid rise and fall of our chests the only movement in the room.
“Whiskey, I think I just won the Super Bowl.”
Chapter Ten
Aspen
“Are you and your dad cool?” Ryker asks, tracing his finger up and down my arm.
My eyes flutter closed with his touch. The three hours of sleep we got last night catching up with me. But you won’t find me complaining about Ryker’s wake up call. A silent alarm of deep and slow. I’d set that alarm every day.
“Yes. We both apologized. He’s always been overprotective of me. It didn’t surprise me what he did. But I’m sorry you had to witness it.” The part I skip is he demanded I stay away from Ryker. Easier said than done.
“You said he had cancer?”
I nod.
“He looks like he’s in great health. Is he in remission?”
“Yes. He’s lost a lot of weight though.”
“Hmm,” he responds. I glance up, wondering what’s on his mind. Does he not believe me? He rolls us both over, hovering over me with questions in his eyes. “Are you still going through a stage?”
I blow out a heavy breath, furious my dad threw that in my face. In front of Ryker. Pushing him over until he falls on his side, I sit up, clinging to the comforter.
“That stage is in my past. You don’t want the details.” I draw lines in the blanket with my finger, focusing on the indentions.
“Were you hurt?”
I jerk up to meet his concerned expression. “No. It’s not like that.” There are horror stories of women from the island getting raped by foreign men. It’s why my father taught me self-defense. I’ve made some stupid decisions, but I’ve been lucky. “When I first started working at the hotel…” I pause, hating how I’m about to sound.
“Whiskey, it’s okay. You don’t have to continue.”
But I do. I don’t want him to think he’s one of those men. “I wanted to leave the island so bad that I would have done almost anything. Men promised me things.” I drop my chin to my chest again, ashamed.
Ryker lifts my hand and kisses my palm. “I remember when I first entered the NFL. I thought I was the shit.” I lift a