The weight of his body on mine. The fierce need I had to take care of him. Show him my love...it all threatened to overwhelm me.
"Now. Ryker. Teach me now," I said. I felt like I was going to explode into a million little pieces and implode all at the same time.
He pushed up off my body, shed his sleep pants and boxer briefs. By the cold light of his flashlight, I saw the long, muscular lines of his body. Everything about him spoke of power. Dominance. Control.
And he was going to let me give him pleasure. A bubbly feeling invaded my belly at the thought. I wanted to send him up in flames like he did to me so easily. I wanted to control the passion in his body. To force the knowledge on him that it was me who touched him. Who cherished him. Who loved him. In whatever way he found acc
