Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
I run my hand up his stomach and back to his chest, resting it over his heart. He looks so much younger when he sleeps. Leaning over, I move my hand and kiss his chest. I’ve never felt so close to someone before. It’s almost laughable that for a second I thought I could be with someone like Fritz. I don’t even know what to call that relationship anymore, because looking at what I have with Ryker, it’s nothing in comparison. I actually feel a little stupid for even dating him. I sold myself short on what a man should give me and what he should make me feel. Because I’ve got it now, and it’s life changing.
“Morning.” My eyes fly up to Ryker’s. He’s got a sleepy smile that’s utterly adorable. He stretches his big body, and I watch as the sheets move out of the way to reveal exactly how excited he is this morning. My eyes are locked on his huge cock, and for a moment I’m wondering how I was able to have that inside me.
I laugh in surprise when he rolls over quickly and pins me under him.
“Missed you,” he says as he buries his face in my neck.
“How could you miss me? You’ve been wrapped around me all night,” I tease as he pulls back and smiles down at me. I can’t help but think this is how I want to wake every morning.
“I missed this.” His mouth comes down on mine in a slow, sweet kiss that has me wrapping my arms around his neck. When he pulls back he looks down at me with concern.
“Are you sore?”
Of course that’s his worry, and it makes me melt inside.
“I’m good,” I admit, not wanting him to stop.
I spread my legs and he nestles in between them. His cock brushes against my clit, and I gasp in pleasure.
“Nice and slow,” he whispers as he kisses my neck.
He teases me for so long, the need between my legs builds and builds. My hands slide down his back as he bears down on me even more. He rocks his hips back and forth, and then I feel the tip of his cock slide to my opening as he pushes inside. I lift my hips as he slowly enters me, so I can feel every hard inch of him. I moan his name, and he gives my neck a little bite, making my pussy clench, sending pleasure surging through my body.
“Still so fucking tight,” he growls in my ear, moving in and out of me. “You wrap around my cock like you don’t ever want to let me go.”
“Never.” The word falls from my lips instantly.
Ryker stills for a moment before he thrusts in again, only harder this time. He’s impossibly more possessive, but with a sense of urgency. My small admission seems to have sparked something within him. But it’s the truth. I don’t ever want to let him go. I want to hold on to all the things he makes me feel and all the ways he cares about me. It’s like no one else ever has.
I might have been stupid about some of the choices I’ve made before, but I know this one is right. I can feel it deep inside of me. There’s no more questioning, no more fighting it. It’s not like all the decisions I’ve made in my life before now. At the time I thought they were the right thing to do. This one I’m making because it’s truly what I want on every level.
“Good, because I’ll never let you go,” he rasps in my ear.
The possessive tone in his voice is all I need to send me over the edge. I cry out his name, and Ryker jerks above me as his warm release fills me. I moan when the heat of him sends my climax even higher.
He holds on to me tightly as he rolls us over so that I’m sprawled across his body. My head is lying on his chest, and the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room.
I turn my face into his chest and place a kiss there, realizing that once again we didn’t use protection. We should probably be careful, but I can’t find a reason to care. The idea should scare the crap out of me, but I’ve spent my life planning for everything. Deep down I know that no matter what happens, Ryker will take care of me and our baby. The thought of having his baby makes my heart flutter. I’ve always loved children, and it’s why I wanted to become a teacher when I first went to college. My breath hitches and hot tears burn my eyes.
“Cricket?” Concern fills Ryker’s words. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” He tries to move us, but I sit up, placing my hands on his chest and pushing him down.