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Chapter Twenty
Elliot
If I thought I was lost before, I wasn’t. I’m lost now. And I’m a willing participant in that.
Ryder’s a powerhouse of passion and magnetism and not only am I helpless, I want to be.
I want what’s on offer.
I want him.
I might hate him. Because in the eroticism of the kiss what he said comes back to me and I pull away, gasping for breath, for something to hold on to, a tiny piece of common sense that will keep me anchored and away from letting myself fall completely into him and the insanity and heat of doing that.
“Ryder, you don’t have to keep this up,” I say. “You know the effect you have on women.”
“It’s you, Elliot.” He kisses my ear, drawing my lobe into his mouth and sucking on it, sending a throbbing beat of pleasure straight down to my clit. He lets go and his lips brush my ear as he speaks in a low, dark tone that’s full of sex and promises. “Not women. You. And right here and now I want you.”
I know those words are a warning. The right here and now part. They’re not a forever, they’re not even a future or another night after this. He’s talking about just for now. That’s all it is.
And I can see it, what he does, how women fall for him.
He tells them the truth and they go willingly, open-eyed, open-armed, open-legged. Because they can see he’s promising them a slice of something spectacular, something to take to the grave, to remember on cold and lonely nights.
And it’s why none of them hate him. He gives them nothing but right here and now, and they snap it up and for all I want to see myself as someone different, I’m not.
I want that shining, exquisite moment, too.
“Ryder…”
He’s touching me again, his hands sliding under my shirt, over my back, and his mouth is kissing a heated, delicious trail down my throat. He bites. Hard enough to make me moan and clutch at him, to make my clit send a wave of pleasure undulating through me.
Holy shit. He just made me come.
It was a flutter of an orgasm, but it was there and oh, yeah, I want.
“You’re a bastard,” I say, taking hold of his head and kissing him hard. “You’re doing this deliberately.”
“Yeah, I am. I want you, Perry. I want every single part of you. I want to make you scream. I want to watch you when you come. And I mean come for real.”
“Asshole.”
I bite his lip, hard, and he groans, his fingers digging into my flesh as he moves me backwards across the room. His dark eyes glitter with need and lust. Not triumph. Just like his world begins and ends with me and him and heat and sex.
He bites back, harder. And another throb of need and pleasure rolls through me. “I can tell when a woman comes. I can make you come. I can control when you do, too. And right then, you almost did, not like the small one you had before. That was just a taste, Elliot.”
The light changes and we’re in the hall. He kisses me then. Dark and deep and full of erotic hunger and everything in me is focused on that.
He pulls one hand away and hits something on the wall, and then we’re moving again, and I’m too busy kissing him back, my hands buried in his hair, to think about where we are until something dings and then we’re moving again.
An elevator. Of course he has an elevator.
I need him. And he’s acting like he needs me too.
We keep kissing and touching, the heat growing along with the hunger and need.
Ryder spins me and I hit a wall and he’s there, mouth on me, hands under my ass, lifting me and I go willingly, melting up into him as he lifts me and there’s a moment of real shock, as my pussy is suddenly rubbing against his cock.
We’re clothed, there’s too much material in the way, but he’s hard and hot and oh, God, big.
