Chapter 32 Ryder
RYDER
“Yes, sir,” she says, and I feel the overwhelming urge to abandon the whole bathtub thing, throw her over my shoulder, and toss her onto the bed.
“No need to tease,” I say, holding her hand as she steps over the side of the bathtub.
She gives me a big grin as she settles herself in the water, and I follow her a moment later, stunned at the warm glow of her face in the sunset. She ties her hair up in one of those messy buns as I sit across from her, giving her the better view.
Mostly because she’s everything I want to look at.
She moves toward me, her hands skating along my thighs, my hips, my stomach, as she rests her legs on either side of me. Her breasts surface as she moves, all wet and perfect and calling out to me.
I run my thumb along her hard nipple as she leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.
“God you’re fucking beautiful,” I say, struggling to even get the words out as I look at her.
She kisses my neck, her hands running across my chest and dipping down beneath the water, rubbing me.
“Evie,” I grumble, because if she keeps touching me like that, I’m not going to be able to wait the albeit small amount of time it’ll take to get her in bed.
“Ryder,” she whispers, her teeth nipping lightly at the skin of my shoulder.
And… I can’t. I can’t wait. Can’t do it.
I grab her hips and pull her close so my dick rubs right along her slick, wet heat. She shivers, her breasts pressing into me like a reminder that I don’t have enough hands for all the ways I want to touch her.
She must be feeling the same way because she lifts herself off me just enough to align my dick with her entrance and sink down on top of me.
“Oh god,” she whimpers, pressing her face into my shoulder as her pussy settles around me.
And fuck, she feels too good.
Her hips move the slightest bit as she adjusts to me, her breathing rapid as she rolls them once, twice.
She sits up, her beautiful wet tits on full display in front of me, and I cup one between my thumb and forefinger, bringing my mouth to it and lapping at her nipple. She moans, the movement of her hips intensifying.
“Ryder,” she gasps, and the way she says my name has me fighting every muscle in my body to not lift her out of this tub, throw her onto the bed, and fuck her as hard as I can.
The rhythm of her hips grows stronger, the water dancing around her as she moves. The glow of sunset highlights her like some ethereal being, and when she tips her head back, her body on display for me while moaning my name, I think I might not be able to hold it in any longer.
But when her pussy clenches around me, her nails digging into the skin of my abdomen, I know I have to. For her.
“That’s it, Evie. Take what you need.”
I touch her everywhere I can—her curvy hips, her delicate waist. Her pointed pink nipples and her slender neck.
I memorize every curve of her body as she comes apart around me, clinging to me and calling out my name.
When she relaxes, her head on my shoulder and her body going all languid and soft on me, I kiss her neck, nipping lightly at the skin there.
“Fuck, Evie, I love the way you come.”
She lifts her head, kissing me softly, and I grab onto the back of her neck, holding her there.
“Ryder,” she moans against my lips.
And I don’t think I can hold out any longer.
“Evie, can we please be done with the bath now?”
“You were the one who insisted we get in,” she says.
I nod, running my hand up along the curve of her waist until my thumb brushes over her nipple, and she shivers into me. “And now I really want to get out and make you come again and again and again because I don’t think I will ever get enough of that.”
She grins. “Well, if you insist—”
I grab her and stand, holding her tight in my arms as I very carefully step over the edge of the tub. She gasps in surprise with the movement, clinging to my neck as I walk us to the bed and throw her down on top of it.
“Ryder, I’m all wet,” she says, as I nudge her knees apart and settle between them.
“That’s kind of the point,” I say, and she laughs as I kiss her, the sound quickly turning to a moan as I grab her ass, pulling us close.
I kiss her neck, her chest, the valley between her breasts. I run my hands along every curve and crevice of her body, and when her hips jump toward me, searching for friction, I run my thumb gently along her slit, her back arching up off the bed in response.
“Ryder,” she pleads, as I sink a finger into her, pulsing slowly.
“Feel good?” I ask, my lips trailing along her stomach as I lower myself down her body.
“Yes,” she hisses, her chest rising and falling as I run my tongue along her clit.
I press another finger inside her, sucking gently as I fuck her with my fingers.
And the way she cries out for me is absolutely addicting. My dick is pulsing, desperate to be seated inside her, but as much as I want to rail this woman until she screams, I want to watch her unravel before me, again and again and again.
“Ryder, fuck me,” she says, her fingers in my hair even as she throws her head back, letting out a long moan.
I only shake my head, certain she’s close based on the way she pulses around my fingers, the tightness of her body.
“Ryder, please.”
And… fuck, I can’t not if she’s begging me like that.
I keep up the movement of my fingers as I climb over her, kissing and nipping at every bit of skin I pass. I suck her nipple, running my tongue all along the pointed peak as my name spills from her mouth on repeat.
And when I finally sink into her, I think there might be no better feeling in the world.
I rock my hips into hers, keeping the pace I started with my fingers, and press them into her mouth, her tongue so willingly sucking them clean. She moans around them, her mouth opening wide as she claws at my ass, pulling me deeper.
I follow her lead, grabbing onto the headboard behind her and fucking her as hard as she wants me to.
Pulling on her hair so her head tips back, exposing the long column of her throat.
Kissing her neck and nipping at her skin and listening with the greatest pleasure when her orgasm crests and she cries out my name, clinging to me and telling me to keep fucking her, just like that.
Her pussy clenches around me repeatedly, but I keep my pace until she’s a puddle of a woman beneath me, her breathing all ragged and her face so relaxed and beautiful and content.
And I can’t hold on any longer. I press inside her, my release coming quickly as I push as deep as I can.
Her nails dig into my back, her hips rising to meet mine.
I jerk into her, my movements betraying just how fucking wild she makes me.
I rest my head in her shoulder when I’m done, her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling my body down against hers.
I’m absolutely spent. Spent and relieved and in so much goddamn disbelief that this woman likes me.
And I can’t believe I have to leave this.
I feel like a kid in a candy store, upset that he can’t have everything he sees.
“Evie,” I say, taking her face in my hands.
And for a moment, I can’t believe the words that I want to so carelessly throw out into the world. That I’ve become a cliche, balls deep in a woman and realizing she’s everything that I ever wanted.
I swallow my words, kissing her instead. Because sure, she might be sad that I’m leaving for a few days, but that doesn’t mean she’s ready for me to throw out big declarations of love.
Even though I want to comfort her with those words. To tell her that I’ll only be gone for a few days. That she can be sure I’m not abandoning her to live my life in “the real world,” as she called it.
Because I love her.
I love her.
Flat out, no doubt. Who she is. The way she fights for what she loves. That brain of hers that supports and defends but has that silly side that doesn’t hesitate to clap back at me.
Her tongue slips into my mouth, and I wonder if I can hold it in.
I don’t trust my mouth to keep quiet.
But I’m relieved that when I do speak, it’s not an anticlimactic declaration of love, but a request for her presence.
“Come to New York with me,” I say, my lips brushing against hers.
She raises her eyebrows. “Come with you?”
I nod, then shake my head. “I won’t be there much—I do have to work—but the farm is slow right now.
You said it yourself, you need to take it easy for a little while.
I’ll buy you books and lunch and anything you want.
I’ll set up private tours of the museums or, like, private shopping.
Whatever you want.” I brush her hair out of her face, staring down into those big brown eyes.
“I just can’t stand the thought of going home at night and not having you there with me.
” I let out a long breath, my head dropping back down to her shoulder because I’m not making a particularly convincing argument.
“I can’t have all of this and just… go without. ”
She laughs lightly, her fingers running through my hair. “I’ll go with you.”
I lift my head. “Really?”
She shrugs. “I could use a few days away, you know? And it’s not like it’s far enough that I can’t come back if there’s a sunflower emergency.”
I nod. “I’m just worried you’ll get bored. I don’t want you hanging out alone in my apartment and feeling abandoned.”
“Is that why you didn’t invite me in the first place?”
I eye her. “Were you upset I didn’t invite you in the first place?”
She purses her lips, and that’s all the confirmation I need to feel like a royal dick. “No.”
“Evie,” I say.
“I didn’t think we were at a place where I’d, you know, just hang out at your apartment without you. I figured it was too soon to assume an invite.”
Just like it’s probably too soon to love you the way I do.
“As if I haven’t been just hanging around the sunflower farm for the better part of a month.”
“Very rude of you, by the way.”
I twirl a strand of her hair around my finger. “You’re welcome anywhere I am. In anything I do. Here or in New York. With anyone, anywhere.” Because I love you.
She raises her eyebrows. “Well, that is quite the blanket invitation.”
“I mean it.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close again. “I’d love to come to New York with you.”