Page 58 of Christmas Wish
A wide grin broke over her face. “Thanks.”
“Brandi, bring me a bottle of Coors,” Smokey’s deep voice boomed.
She looked over her shoulder and winked at the dark-haired biker. “I gotta go,” she said to Ryder. “Take care of yourself and don’t be a stranger.” She rubbed against him as she picked up the bottle of beer then spun around and walked over to Smokey, her hips swaying wickedly.
After a few hours of motorcycle talk and playing pool, Ryder strode out of the club into the crisp, frigid night air and hauled himself up into the jeep. At that moment, he wished the roads weren’t so damn icy so he could go for a long moonlit ride. He craved the serenity riding his bike always gave him, and if he still had his left leg, he’d already be on his Harley, taking a chance on the backroads.
The twinkling colored lights shimmered and cast a kaleidoscope of color on the snow, and he wondered if Savannah would be waiting up for him. After she’d returned from dropping off Timmy and shopping, he’d told her he was headed out to the clubhouse to hang with his brothers. He ignored the surprised, then pained, look that flashed across her face and, without saying anything more, he’d walked out of the house. It was a shitty thing to do, especially since she’d told him how her ass-wipe husband’s penchant for twenty-year-olds made her feel insecure about her aging body. Ryder knew that he was giving Savannah mixed signals, but he couldn’t stomach the look of disgust, which would most definitely be in her eyes, when she saw him without his prosthesis.
Brutus whined then barked gleefully, and Ryder shushed him before coaxing him outside. The German shepherd didn’t stay more than fifteen minutes; the night air was even too cold for him. Ryder dried him off then walked out of the mud room.
He glanced into the family room, and there was no sign of Savannah, only the lit tree and the dying fire in the fireplace gave off any light.
“Come on, boy,” Ryder whispered, gesturing to Brutus to follow him. When he passed Savannah’s room, a thin sliver of yellow light seeped from under the closed door. Pausing at the door, he strained to hear any noise from within the room, but Brutus’s panting was the only sound in the cabin. Turning away, he hastened to his room.
Ryder had just switched off the table lamp when a knock on the door startled him.
“Ryder?” Savannah’s soft voice drifted through the door and wrapped around him. “Are you awake?”
He sat there, bedcovers clenched in his hands, and stared.
The brass knob jiggled, then the door opened slowly, and Savannah’s silhouette appeared against the dim light of the hallway. And what a sexy outline it was: curvy, full tits, and mighty fine legs.
Brutus jumped up and barked.
“It’s okay, boy.” His voice sounded hollow and hoarse.
“Did I wake you?” she asked.
Her soft voice had a bit of rasp to it and was making his dick wake up.
“Nah … I was just ready to turn in.”
Without asking, she came into the room and slinked toward him. Ryder swallowed several times, his mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and he wiped his sweaty palms on the comforter. Savannah stepped closer and the scent of her caressed him, the sound of her quick breaths stoked a fire deep down in his belly as desire for her raged through him.
“Do you want some company?”
Ryder didn’t answer as she closed the space between them. Every turn of her head and sway of her hips mesmerized and enticed him until all he wanted to do was ravage and claim her, but he didn’t move a muscle, he just sat there breathing harshly. The bed shifted slightly as she perched on the edge of the mattress. Lust twisted in his gut when her cool hand glided down his hot face, but when her tongue licked along his bottom lip, all his restraint vanished and he grabbed her, his fingers digging into her arms as he yanked her close to him. Hard and rough, he ground his lips to hers. Their mouths dissolved together, wet and hot and wild.
Ryder pulled away, breathless. “Fuck, darlin’,” he growled, then he kissed her again, his hands still gripping her tightly. Dragging his lips down her chin to her neck, he bit her hard, and Savannah gasped and clutched him, fueling his lust even more.
“Ryder,” she moaned.
He ran his hands over the soft fabric of Savannah’s robe, his gaze holding hers, as he impatiently pulled at the sash and loosened it. Heat flickered in her deep blues, and when he heard the quick and soft catch of her breath, he cupped the back of her neck and lowered her mouth to his to capture it. Savannah ran her fingernails down his neck and shoulders, and it surprised him that he had to fight off a shudder at the feel of her fingers on his skin.
Grasping the front of the robe, he jerked it off her shoulders and molded his hands around her firm round tits that spilled a little out of his palms. The minute he touched them, greed took over and all he wanted was to devour them.
Savannah lifted up and arched back and her breasts jutted out.
“You’re killing me, baby,” he growled.
Ryder pulled her back to him and buried his face between the swell of her tits, then ran his tongue down over her soft skin, skimming the top of her lacy bra. With one fluid movement, he unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms, loving how her skin pebbled under his fingertips. She threw her bra on the floor and bent down. He dragged his mouth over the areola, nuzzling her, then seized one of her nipples between his teeth and gave it a sensual tug, which incited small gasps. His mouth teased one nipple while his fingers tormented the other, tugging, flicking, and pinching.
“That feels so good, Ryder,” she moaned, burying her hands in his hair and yanking it hard.
The room was dimly lit, and he wanted to see her in the light, but he didn’t want her to seehim.
“Hang on,” she whispered.
