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He pulls out and I think Ryder’s going to move away, leave the room, I don’t know. I think he’s going to do something, anything except what he does do. Ryder pulls me into his embrace and curls around me, holding me close, his mouth on my forehead, even though we’re both slick with sweat and sex.
I don’t know how much time passes, but I know I can’t regret it. How could I?
I’ve never ever had that before. Not something so erotic and intense and beautiful and raw. It’s a moment out of time. It’s this night and nothing more and I can’t find it in me to regret having a taste of Ryder Sinclair.
If it’s like that for him always, then no wonder he’s the way he is. And no wonder women drop their clothes like they’re taking a breath when it comes to being asked into his bed.
He’s smoothing his fingers over my hair and it’s a loving move, or it feels loving, even though I know it isn’t.
Ryder likes me. He says we’re friends. And I honestly don’t know if I can go back to that place we were at before this. Not when the job is done and dusted. If he wanted to keep being friends.
Yes, he’s attracted to me. But I know that’s Ryder. He’s attracted to women.
“You okay, Elliot?”
The soft tenderness in his tone makes my eyes prickle and I rub my head against him, reveling in the touch, the feel, the heat, the smell of him.
“Of course.”
“That was…fuck. That was insane,” he says. “You blow my mind, Perry.”
“It’s me, Ryder, you don’t need to say these things.”
“I know that.” He brushes his lips over my hair. “But I want to.”
“Crap.”
He shifts, and his fingers slide beneath my chin and he lifts my face to his so we’re looking at each other. “Regrets?”
“Not right now. No.”
“Good.” A soft smile plays over that beautiful mouth. “Me either.”
“I don’t think you regret anything.”
He laughs. “There are regrets, everyone has them. But not over this. Not about you and me.”
“Ryder…”
“We should talk—”
“No.” I lift my hand to his lips and place it there. “We shouldn’t.”
The smile and laughter vanish. “Why not?”
“Because isn’t that enough? I see it now. Why women want you beyond that face. But this is just you and me and now.”
“Come on, Elliot. This is different.”
“How is it different? Don’t ruin this.”
I push him down onto his back and straddle him and he begins to stir again. I decide to help him along by stroking my fingers over him, and he grows under my touch.
It’s a powerful thing, knowing I can do that.
“Fuck, Elliot. That isn’t fair. It’s hard to think straight when you have your hand on me.”
“Oh, poor Ryder. Whatever shall we do?”
