Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I inhale and then exhale a harsh breath. “I’ve been yours since the moment you treated my daughter like she was yours even though she’s not and since you trusted me with Addie despite the fact that after what Nora put you through, you had no reason to trust a woman with your daughter.”
“Kira,” Ryder whispers, his eyes filled with as much emotion as I feel.
“I’ve been yours since you showed me how a woman deserves to be treated,” I continue. “Since you listened to me tell you about Brian, and instead of pushing me away, you pulled me in.”
I lean down and connect my lips with his in a bruising kiss that I hope conveys every emotion I feel.
“I’m already yours, Ryder,” I murmur against his lips. “Now, please take me and show me that you’re mine.”
“Fuck,” he curses.
Then, grabbing ahold of my ass, he flips us over so I’m lying on the inflatable lounger and he’s hovering above me. He rakes his gaze over me, starting with my face and ending at my feet, as if he’s trying to figure out where to start, while I lie still, letting him take the lead.
I’m shocked when he takes my foot in his hand. Of all the body parts he could touch, I have no idea why he would choose my foot. Until he leans down and kisses his way along my instep and up my inner thigh. He spreads my legs, and I expect him to go straight to my pussy, but instead, he starts back at my other foot and kisses his way up my other thigh. He’s clearly not in a rush, so I prop myself up onto my elbows and watch as he works his way back up my legs. His lips are soft, and his open-mouthed kisses send chills through me despite the warm evening.
When he gets to my cotton shorts, he glances up at me, silently asking for my permission to remove them. I nod once, and he grins like he won a prize at the fair as he tugs my shorts and underwear down my legs, then tosses them to the side.
He spreads my legs once again, then leans in and kisses the hood of my neatly trimmed pussy. And then, once again, he confuses me when he trails more kisses up my torso, stopping to give attention to the stretch marks I bear from having Violet. I run my fingers through his hair, and he glances up at me.
“So fucking strong,” he murmurs. “I bet you were beautiful when you were pregnant.”
I choke up, hating that our exes hurt us but so thankful that our pasts have led us here because there’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here, being worshipped by Ryder Du Ponte.
Ryder gives my belly one last kiss and then continues his way up my body. When he gets to my tank top, I take it off for him, exposing my breasts since I’m not wearing a bra. With my boobs being on the smaller side, I only ever wear bras when I leave the house. Brian used to make comments that I should get plastic surgery to enhance them, making me feel slightly insecure about their size.
But as Ryder gets on his knees and climbs up my body, his eyes filled with heated desire, I shove the bullshit Brian said out of my head and mentally capture the way Ryder’s looking at my breasts like he wants to do dirty things to them.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he fondles one of my breasts and murmurs, “Fucking perfect,” before he leans over and takes my nipple between his lips.
He sucks on it for several seconds, causing heat to spread throughout my body and go straight to my core. I clench my thighs in response, and he chuckles.
“When I’m done with you, you’re going to have no doubt that I’m yours.”
He takes my other nipple into his mouth, only this time, he bites on the hardened peak—not enough for it to hurt, but enough for me to feel the delicious sting.
My fingers delve into the messy strands of his hair, and I tug gently, craving more. He palms one breast, pinching my nipple, while he sucks and licks the other one.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve dated selfish men in the past or maybe they didn’t know what they were doing, but no man has ever given my body this much attention.
Ryder continues to play with my breasts, alternating between them, and when he bites down on my nipple once more, I swear I almost convulse without him even touching my pussy.
“I need you,” I whimper, so wound up that I swear I’ll implode if I don’t find a release soon.
“You got me,” he says, leaving my breasts and crawling further up so he can kiss me.