Page 70 of Christmas Wish
“Ryder,” she murmured.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t keep my hands off you.” His voice sounded thick.
The milk bubbled and hissed as it overflowed onto the burner, and she jerked away and rushed to the stove.
“Dammit … I burned the milk,” she said, pouring it into the sink.
“That’s okay, darlin’, I’d rather spend the time loving you than sipping hot chocolate.” Savannah dropped the pan in the sink when Ryder swung her around and crushed his mouth on hers. For a long pause everything stopped around her except for the delicious surges of aroused desire pushing through her as their tongues tangled and their lips ground.
“I need to be with you,” he said.
“Me too. Let’s go to my room just in case Timmy wakes up, he can find me.”
Ryder didn’t let go of her once during their short trip from the kitchen to her room, and desire swirled around inside her, heightening her senses until she was downright giddy by the time she closed and locked the bedroom door.
Holding Savannah’s hand tightly, he led her to the bed, and his body heat infused into hers through their connected palms, sending shivers of anticipation racing down her spine. Breaking away from her, Ryder perched on the edge of the bed and stared at her with the same intensity as when they’d first met, but unlike those times before, she met his eyes straight on, her body humming with arousal.
He gestured her to step back as his gaze roamed over her, lingering on her hips, her breasts, and then her face. “Take your clothes off for me, darlin’.”
The rasp in his voice and the simplicity of his request went straight to her core, and she gave him her best seductive smile while slowly untying the sash around her robe. Underneath, she had on the sexy pair of red satin boxer pajamas with lace piping that she’d bought in the intimate apparel shop on West Fir Avenue. Savannah had fallen in love with it, and she had a pretty good idea that Ryder would love the look. The hunger in his eyes from the second she slipped the tight-fitting robe down her arms told her she was right.
Never taking her gaze off him, she unbuttoned her top, pausing between each button, and the only break in her stare came when she whirled around and swayed her hips as her top fell down on the floor. The sharp intake of Ryder’s breath urged her on, and she turned back around—arms crossed over her chest—and locked eyes with him.
“Fuck, baby,” he said hoarsely.
With one arm still covering her breasts, Savannah grasped the waistband of her boxers with her other hand and pushed it down. Wiggling as the silky fabric slid down her smooth legs, she flung the garment off her ankles with the flick of one foot. Her hand flew over her tingling sex, and she inched slowly toward him, her gaze fixed on his face.
“Damn you’re sexy, woman,” he said in a low voice.
When Savannah came closer to the bed, Ryder reached out and grabbed her, and she fell into his arms, clutching him tight. Then fingers were on her everywhere at once, dancing over her nipples, on her belly, above her mound, tickling her inner thighs, and pressing against her anus. Their mouths fused as she melted into him, and when she leaned against his chest, Ryder fell back onto the mattress. For a long time she lost herself in the sensations of their kiss until his hand glided in between them, and she felt his fingers on her mound. All her attention shifted to the digit swirling around her clit and the other ones inching their way into her slick heat.
“You’re so damn wet for me,” he said.
“You have a way of doing that to me.” Her body trembled from his well-placed teasing fingers, and her hips rocked with a desperate desire for him.
Two digits pushed inside her and she moaned as her senses, her body, her arousal converged into a bonfire of indescribable pleasure. Writhing on top of him, the tension grew inside Savannah as she tugged at Ryder’s belt in a desperate attempt to get at his gorgeous dick, but a shattering orgasm short-circuited her efforts. She stuffed her fist in her mouth to muffle her screams as her climax exploded; it was like tangling up a bunch of Christmas lights inside her, then blowing a fuse.
Ryder’s hands skimmed over her ass, her hips, and her back as she panted and jerked from the subsiding eruption. He shifted under her and let out a low grunt, and reality pushed away the orgasmic afterglow.
Lifting up, Savannah scanned the grimace of pain in his face. “You’re not comfortable,” she said as she gestured to him to sit up.
“It’s okay,” he said in a low voice.
“It’s not. I want you to enjoy yourself too.” She unbuttoned his shirt, and after the last button, she pulled his shirt wide open and kissed his chest. Gliding her hands down, her fingers found his belt, and she fumbled with it until it fell free.
“Savannah, you don’t have to—”
“Shh,” she said, placing her lips against his. “Relax.” Her nimble fingers grasped the zipper and pulled it down, and then curled around his hard dick; it was warm and smooth with a bit of wetness on the tip of its crown.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
When Savannah started to pull his jeans down, Ryder straightened up and gently pushed her away. Without saying a word, she sat up then hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
“Please don’t shut me out. I want both of us to enjoy each other tonight, not just you pleasuring me.”
The muscles on his face tightened as his brows pulled in, and his gaze ping-ponged around the room. Savannah didn’t say anything, she just waited for the conflict inside him to settle, hoping that Ryder would let her share this part of him.
After what seemed like hours, he nodded, his face still taut, and she moved away while he stood up and let his pants drop. Savannah thought she’d be prepared for it, but she wasn’t, and a wave of sadness for him coursed through her, but she couldn’t let him see it, or what they had between them would be forever altered.
