Page 73 of Christmas Wish
Chapter Nineteen
Ryder awoke toSavannah’s warm body pressed against him as monochrome tones of gray filtered in through the shutters. He pushed up and leaned against the headboard and glanced over at her; she looked peaceful and beautiful. It had been over six years since he’d spent the night with a woman, and here he was, spending his second night with her.
Ryder slid his hand through her silky blonde hair and brought several long strands to his nose. As he inhaled the sweet fragrance, the need to wake up every day like this overwhelmed him.Damn! I’m falling so fucking hard for her.
When he’d first exposed himself to her, he’d been convinced that Savannah would mumble some platitudes and feign acceptance, but she didn’t. She still sawhimand not his disability, and it had blown him away, breaking down the hardened walls he’d built around his emotions.
“Savannah,” he whispered as he watched her sleep.
A small whine at the closed door drew his attention from her, and he pulled the crutches toward him and stood up. As Ryder gimped to the back door, Brutus sat there patiently and waited to be let out. Since the ensuite in Savannah’s room wasn’t handicapped equipped, he crutched over to his master bathroom to relieve himself and wash up.
Brutus’s barks signaled that he was ready to come in, so Ryder made his way to the back door and opened it. The German shepherd rushed over to his bowl and chomped down on his food. Ryder turned around and slowly headed back to Savannah’s room.
She was still sleeping, although she’d turned on her side, facing the window. He rested the crutches against the space between the nightstand and the bed, got back in and pulled the sheet over him, lying down on his good leg. Savannah stirred.
“Are you okay?” she asked drowsily.
“Yeah. Just had to let Brutus out. Go back to sleep—it’s early.”
“What time is it?”
Ryder glanced at his phone. “Almost six.”
A small groan escaped from her. “That is early.” She snuggled deeper under the covers.
He moved closer to her until her ass spooned up against him, then he ran his hand down the side of her body and smiled when her skin pebbled under his finger pads. Ryder couldn’t help but keep his hands on her anywhere—aslong as he touched her, he was good.
“Feels good,” she mumbled.
Bringing his hand back up, he snaked it around her waist, resting it on the small pooch he loved so dearly.
“You smell good, baby,” he said and brought his lips to her shoulder.
Savannah craned her neck, and he pressed his lips on hers as his hand inched up to the most incredible tits he’d ever seen.
“Oh,” she moaned as his fingers flicked her nipples.
One of the many things he loved about touching Savannah was the way her nipples grew stiff under his ministrations. Wriggling her ass against him made his already hard cock needy as hell.I bet she’s wet as fuck.The thought seared through him as his hand glided down her body and covered her pussy. As he massaged it, her juices coated his palm, and her whimpers fueled his lust.
“The sounds you make, darlin’, drive me fucking crazy,” he rasped, grinding against her as arousal flashed hot through his system.
A grunt rumbled from his chest when Savannah reached behind her and grabbed his ass cheek, sinking her nails into his flesh. He ran a hand up the side of her rib cage and cupping her tit, his fingers pinching her taut bud until she gasped and opened her legs.
Ryder smelled her sweet arousal and reached between her legs. “So wet,” he murmured against her ear. Dipping two fingers between her folds, he coated them with her juices then brought them to her beautifully shaped rosy lips and fed them to her. Desire blazed deep inside him while he watched his fingers disappear in her mouth as she sucked them and curled her tongue around them—her eyes never leaving his.
“Do you like the way you taste,” he asked.
Nodding, she grasped his hand and placed it on her pussy. “I love the way you touch me,” she said.
Ryder propped up on his elbow and guided her upper leg back, hooking it back around his butt.
“Can you grab the condom on the nightstand?” he asked, his voice thick.
Once he was ready, he tangled his hand in her hair and yanked her head back, crushing his mouth on hers while he played with her nipples, and then her clit.
“Ryder,” she whispered.
Breaking their kiss, he ran his tongue down to the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck and sucked on the skin. Savannah tilted her head more, giving him better access, and as he marked her, his fingers slid between her wet folds. With the lightest touch, he stroked the side of her nub. Her hips bucked and her gasp faded out to a guttural moan.
