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“What I mean is I tend to see someone I like. They see me, and they get the message. They send the message. Otherwise, I just don’t.”
My gaze darts to him. “Your ego knows no bounds.”
“Maybe, but it’s the truth. Other times, it’s just talk and one thing leads to another.”
“So you’d have slept with her?”
He’s silent. Then he says, “No. I’d have talked, found a way out, probably gotten a number I’d never use, and that would be that.” Those dark eyes search mine. “I was distracted.”
This man should never be allowed out alone. He looks at me like there’s no one else on the planet worth his time and no wonder that blonde went for me. No female wants to lose that to another.
“Trying to be good?”
“By you.”
Ryder lets go of my hair and slides his palm against my face and he kisses me. It’s a different kiss to the others. This kiss is deliberately slow, and the onslaught is deadly and delicious, and I can’t stop myself from kissing him back. My mouth opens to his and he takes that offer and runs.
The kiss is pure heat and fantasy, it’s wet and hot and night. It’s seduction at its finest and I’m helpless against it.
I know all the reasons I shouldn’t. But I can’t stop myself. I wind around him, making a noise in the back of my throat, one that gets a response from him. And it’s not until it’s like we’re flying down I realize he’s got us sprawled on one of the sofas. The kisses are a hot, dark onslaught now. And he moves down my throat to bite and suck at my jugular, and then back up to claim my mouth.
And I’m helpless to anything but respond. I’m his. In that moment, I’m his.
I want everything there is.
His hands move over me, touching and caressing and I’m just holding on, a mess of need and throbbing pleasure. Everything in me is alive.
On fire.
He slides his hand up my thigh, then up along my hip, and he’s touching the bare flesh of my torso. It flutters beneath that attention. And his fingers move higher, beneath my shirt, to the lace of my bra and then he’s inside it, his touch magic and I almost come from that.
When his fingers catch my nipple, I’m not lost. I’m surrendering.
Whatever happens next, I’m his.
Chapter Nineteen
Ryder
Elliot is the most exquisite thing. She’s gorgeous. I see that now. The passion on her face, the need, the way her body moves against mine. The way she kisses. The way she feels. Her mind. All of it comes together like some kind of supernova of enlightenment and she’s completely gorgeous.
And I’m about to fuck her.
I drag a deep breath in to my lungs and I stop, burying my head in her shoulder as I struggle to get myself under control.
She’s still. My hand is on her breast, beneath her shirt and bra, and I’m so hard it’s a wonder I don’t come.
I meant…I don’t know what I meant. But she didn’t want this.
She wanted it. On that physical level and I know how to play a woman.
She wants it, but she also doesn’t want it. I know that.
It’s that simple and that complicated.
“I’m rebuffing you.” The words sound ludicrous the moment I say them, muffled though they are.
Elliot shoves at me and then pushes until I let myself tumble to the ground. There, I lean my back against the sofa and try to restore my breathing and my body to pre seduction mode. To pre losing control mode.
