Page 71 of Christmas Wish
Biting the inside of her cheek, she reached out and touched the mechanical leg. “Does it hurt?” she whispered.
“Now it does. The end of the day’s a killer,” he replied in a low voice.
“Do you need me to get anything for you from your room?”
“My crutches and the ointment in the top drawer of the nightstand would be great.”
“Okay,” she said numbly, picking up her robe from the floor. As she shuffled out of the room, he called out to her and she looked over her shoulder.
“Bring a few condoms too.” His smile was devilish, but worry still lingered in his eyes.
“Sounds like I’m in for a fantastic night.” She threw him her most endearing smile then hurried into his room, wiping the tears as they fell down her cheeks.I have to get it together. Ryder’s injury happened years ago, and he’s coping with it. I can’t let him see how sorry I feel for him. I won’t.Taking deep breaths, she retrieved the items he wanted and walked back to her room.
Ryder was under the sheets, the prosthetic and a plastic cone-shaped object sat next to it. He’d turned the lights off with only the illumination coming from the ensuite bathroom. “It’s now or never,” she muttered under her breath as she ambled over to the lamp and switched it on, then turned off the bathroom light.
“I want to see all of you, and I’m pretty sure you want to see all of me.” She slipped off her robe and sashayed over to him. Bending down, she kissed him deeply while drawing the sheet away.
Savannah looked down at his shrunken limb and her heart lurched. “Where does it hurt?” She ran her hand over his skin. “It’s so soft,” she murmured. “Which lotion do you use?”
“Mostly a jojoba or coconut oil at night and a silicone-based lotion during the day—it helps my liner from rubbing and pinching me so much throughout the day.” His eyes stayed fixed on her.
She unscrewed the cap and poured some of the ointment in her palms and rubbed them together.
“I can do it,” he said.
Placing her hands on his limb, she massaged the oil into the skin. “I’ve got it.” At first she shied away from the bottom of his stump, but she noticed it was very red in spots. Inhaling a deep breath, she inched her fingers downward until they grazed over the scars.
Ryder hissed and she snapped her gaze up and met his. “Is this where it hurts?” He nodded, his eyes never wavering from hers.
For a long while Savannah gently massaged his sensitive skin until his hands stopped hers.
“Thanks,” he muttered.
Without a word, she rose to her feet and walked to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she returned, the damn sheet was draped over him again. She sat on the edge of the bed and ran her fingernails down his chest and past his navel. When she reached the top of the sheet, she gripped it and pulled it off. Lowering her head, she covered his stomach with feathery kisses then lavished them on his residual limb.
“Savannah,” he groaned, crushing her to him with such force that it took her breath away.
Without a second to think, she was on top of him, and he was ripping the condom open with his teeth and then quickly slipping it on. Before she could say a word, he lifted her up and slowly positioned her above his dick. His upper body strength amazed her, and she made a mental note to start working out in the gym he’d set up in the basement.
“I fucking need to be inside you,” he gritted.
Savannah guided him, moaning as he pushed in.
“You feel amazing, woman,” he grunted. Ryder stilled, remaining buried deep inside her as he kissed her lips.
She relaxed and melted into the kiss, and then he pushed up with his hips, almost knocking her over. Before she could catch her breath, he gripped her tightly, pulling her off his cock before slamming her back down. Up and down. In and out. Over and over he jackhammered into her, and she clawed at his chest as sweat trickled down her back. There was something animalistic about the two of them together. It was like their bodies were compatible on an instinctual level. It was raw. It was sexy. It was a downright wild connection.
The tension kept building inside her until it broke. “Ryder,” she croaked, holding back her screams. Shuddering and gasping, her entire body spasmed as wave after wave of sensation hit her, each cresting higher than the last.
A rumbling groan burst from him, and she felt the pulsing of his dick against her quivering walls. She rested her head on his shoulder to quiet her trembling, the nerves and muscles in her body still tingling.
Ryder ran his fingers up and down her back as he panted. Tears stung the corners of her eyes, and her body relaxed, melding into his as they held each other tightly, basking in the afterglow of their spent desire.
Several minutes later, Savannah lifted her head up and locked her lips on his. His tongue slipped into her mouth and they kissed long and passionately for a while, and then she pulled away and smiled at him.
His dark eyes penetrated deeply into hers, and he stroked the side of her face. “You turn me on more than any other woman ever has, darlin’,” he said in a low voice.
“You do the same to me,” she whispered as she rolled off. He took off the used condom, she brought the trash can over, and then she switched off the lamp. Ryder yanked her back down next to him and slipped his arm around her, pressing her close. Savannah nestled into him, resting her head under his chin and cupping her hand over his sated dick.
