Page 39 of Broken Butterfly
“Go be with your man. It’s time, kitten.” He kisses my nose, then releases me, walking upstairs and leaving me and Ryder alone. I turn back around to look at the man whom I have loved for most of my life, so starved for the sight of him. He’s watching with curiosity as Fallon ascends the stairs.
As Ryder tracks Fallon, my eyes devour every inch of the man standing before me. I still can’t believe he’s really here. He came for me. I have missed him so goddamn much. His hair is a little longer on the sides and on top, like he hasn’t had a haircut in a few weeks. His eyes have bags under them like he hasn’t been sleeping well, and his face is slightly gaunt with worry lines etched at the corners of his eyes. He’s wearing his usual faded jeans and T-shirt, and the black work boots I like because they make him look badass. Haggard-looking or not, he’s still the most amazingly handsome man I have ever laid eyes on.
Ryder drags his gaze from the top of the stairs and slides those mesmerizing copper eyes my way. “You look good, but also different somehow,” he says.
Why does everything between us suddenly feel uncertain?
“I love you, Ryder,” I loudly exclaim, not able to help myself. I have so much to make up for. I will crawl buck-naked across broken glass for this man if he can find it in his heart to forgive me.
“Thank fuck,” he exhales, the tension in his shoulders dissolving right before my eyes. Neither of us makes a move toward the other, even though my body is screaming at me to catapult myself back into his arms.
“Please forgive me.”
“We have a lot to talk about, Elizabeth. A lot that needs to be said.”
“I know.” He’s too far away. I need him in my arms. I need my mouth on his. I just need him so much.
“You remember? Everything came back?”
I nod. “Yes.”
Tense silence ensues.
“I love you so much. It’s you, Ryder. I only want you. I will beg and plead and do whatever I have to if you can give me another chance. No more running. No more confusion. I know what I want. I know who I am.”
“And who’s that?”
“Yours, Ryder. I’m yours if you still want me.”
A joyous smile spreads across his face like an exploding supernova. I sprint across the entryway and into his ready arms once again, peppering kisses all over his face, neck, and jaw until our lips collide in a desperate open-mouthed claiming. His mouth goes deep over mine and I’m flying apart from the scorching heat being generated between us. I press myself into him, so hungry for his taste. It will take a lifetime for my craving of him to slake, yet I know I’ll never be satisfied; my need for this man is too great.
“I love you, Elizabeth,” he professes against my lips, languidly flicking their bottom fullness with his tongue like he’s reacquainting himself to the feel of me. It’s been weeks since we last saw each other; since I kissed him or touched him. There is no known hyperbole that can describe my state of concupiscence at this moment.
“Make love to me,” I beg in a half pant, half plea, as I push the hem of my dress up and hook my legs around his waist. His large, capable hands cup the round cheeks of my ass to hold me in place as he licks the sensitive patch of skin under my ear. I chase Ryder’s mouth because I have to taste him again. He is the sustenance to my starvation.
“Where?” he grunts against my mouth, the sound of it so sexy my entire body trembles with anticipated excitement.
“Stairs. Fourth room on the right. Hurry,” I pant harder, my desire to have him inside of me obliterating every coherent thought in my brain.
Ryder deftly carries me up the curved staircase with ease and once he gets to the correct room, he shifts me so that he’s holding me up with one arm. Using his free hand, he turns the knob and pushes the door open with a foot. Once inside, he quickly shuts and locks the bedroom door.
My mouth moves to his neck and I nibble every part of it while whispering dirty words that graphically tell him every little thing that I plan to do to him tonight and want him to do to me in return. We will not leave the bed until I have made good on each and every single one of my filthy promises. By my words alone, Ryder groans out a sexy moan and hurls us both bodily onto the bed, neither one of us letting go of the other.
“Rip it off. All of it,” I plead, wanting us skin to skin as soon as possible, the fabric of my dress too much of a barrier between us.
He obeys. With a couple of hard tugs, the fabric splits in half and falls away. Next to go are my bra and panties, leaving me splayed out completely naked and vulnerable under him. I attack his jeans while he pulls off his shirt. He stands up briefly to remove the rest of his clothes and shoes, and I whimper at the absence of his body against mine. My greedy hands pull him back before he’s finished. I use my feet and legs to help push his boxers all the way down and off. I pull him savagely against me, wanting to feel his full weight pressing down on me, smothering me until all I can see and breathe is him.
“We have a lot to discuss, baby,” Ryder says with shallow, rocking thrusts of his hips that wipe away any other thought other than how good it feels. He slides his hard cock against my folds and up to my clit, lubing himself with my wetness, and I’m about to lose my goddamn mind.
“But tonight, I’m going to love you. Everything else can wait.” I nod my head in agreement and grab his neck, pulling him down so I can kiss his delectable mouth. Even the sound of his deep, raspy voice turns me on like nothing else.
With one hard thrust of his hips, he seats himself fully inside me, the girth of him stretching me and filling me up. Our twin hisses of pleasure echo throughout the cavernous bedroom. I was so incredibly wet beforehand that there was no need for foreplay. My hips rock upward of their own accord wanting him even deeper. I feel his cock pulse inside me like a heartbeat, and my core clenches around him in response. It’s the most delicious feeling. I’m finally complete. I’m home. Ryder is my home.
He bends his arms to rest on his elbows and grabs my face with both his hands. We don’t move. We stare at each other for a very long time. It has felt like ages since I last saw him, and my eyes can’t seem to take in enough of his stunning face. I trace the scruff of his stubble with my fingertips, and sparks surge through my nerve endings. I touch his mouth, pulling his bottom lip down and rubbing it with my thumb. My other hand glides across his eyebrows and into his hairline, feeling the soft hair that falls forward. Ryder is mirroring every caress on my own face. When he pulls at my bottom lip, I gently bite down on the pad of his thumb and flick my tongue out to taste its saltiness. His pupils dilate and he gradually leans in, butterflying his mouth across mine with feather-light kisses.
I’m so full and happy and in love. Ryder pulls his hips back slightly and slides in once more, lighting me up like one of those sparklers you buy for the Fourth of July. I squeeze my thighs against his sides and use my muscles to leverage him closer. I suck his tongue into my mouth as he moves in and out of my slick channel in a bold assault of pulsing, thrumming thrusts. It feels so damn good, my toes curl. Our bodies are already slick with sweat, and our skin glides over each other’s like silk against satin.
Ryder swivels his hips and a bolt of something powerfully electric travels up my spine. I shudder from the intensity of it. “I think you found my G-spot,” I tell him, my hands moving in a frenzied exploration of his smooth, hot skin.
