CHAPTER 6
“Take me,” I whisper. “Touch me the way you’ve been thinking about since I starting grinding against you on that bike.” Show me you want me.
Ryder maintains his position pressed into my back and trails his fingers over my areola, leaving tendrils of heat radiating over my chest, then drags his hand lower, beneath the hem of my T-shirt.
I’m wearing entirely too many clothes. Just one question remains: “Are you clean? I have an IUD, but—”
“Yeah. I haven’t been with anyone in… s**t. Years. But I’ve been tested. Fit as a fiddle.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
He chuckles then pauses with his fingertips on my belly, beneath the hem of my shirt. Take it off, Ryder. Get me naked. Thankfully, he doesn’t keep me waiting, though he doesn’t go for the shirt.
I widen my legs when h
