bodies.
It was erotic and stimulating.
Then he was walking. The feel of his cock moving just slightly as he strode from the wall to the bed, left her gasping for more.
“I need you,” she begged.
He nuzzled her neck below her ear then asked, “How?”
“Any way you’ll take me.”
He growled, the sound reminding her of him in dragon form. It thrilled her, causing chills to race along her skin.
“That’s my girl.”
She found herself back on the bed with Ryder still buried deep within her. Then he took her legs and lifted them so they were next to his head. Only then did he begin to plunge within her again.
This angle brought him even deeper so that he touched her womb with every thrust. Her eyes were focused on his face, on the set of his jaw and the hunger in his gaze.
He was allowing her to see the yearning in his soul—for her. It took her breath away. But did she dare believe it?
Ryder couldn’t get enough of her. The more he was in her, the more he had to have. He knew he wouldn’t be able to let her go again. He’d been an utter fool to do it the first time. It was a mistake he wouldn’t repeat.
She felt amazing, her tight walls wrapped around him, tightening as she built to another climax. He watched her, the ecstasy and happiness on her face was a reminder of what they’d had.
He gripped her ankles tighter, his own orgasm coming quickly.
“Yes,” she said.
Ryder thrust faster. Her breathing quickened as her moans grew louder. He wanted her limp with pleasure, at least that had been his initial goal. Now he knew he’d be the one limp and content alongside her.
A strangled cry tore from her lips as she peaked for the second time. The feel of her walls tightening around him was too much. Ryder drove into her twice more before he plunged deep and fell over her, catching himself with his hands as he climaxed.
For three years he’d shunned women as he pined for Kinsey, but she was back in his arms. For the time being, at least.
When he opened his eyes, she was gazing up at him with a grin.
“Wow,” she whispered.
Ryder smiled and gave her a quick kiss. “Ditto.”
“Don’t leave.”
Just what he wanted to hear. They climbed beneath the covers. This time when she curled against his chest, she was awake.
“You’ve been here both nights, haven’t you?” Kinsey asked.
He thought about lying, because he wasn’t sure how she would react. But he quickly decided against it. “Aye.”
“Why?”
“I had to be near you. The first night after I got your shoes and jacket off I was going to leave, but I couldna. So I thought I’d lay beside you for a wee bit. The next thing I knew, you were lying just like this.”
She drew in a deep breath and released it. “And last night?”
“I told myself I’d stay away, but I wasna strong enough. That one night with you reminded me of what we had. I wanted more. You slept deeply those nights. Did I wake you tonight?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“Why?”
There was a brief hesitation. “Several things. Mainly trying to clear my name, sorting through all the data we’ve collected that led us to even more data.”
“What else?”
“You.”
He wasn’t sure whether to be excited or worried that he was on her mind. “What about me?”
“Being with you again is a reminder of what we had.”
“And how I hurt you.” No amount of apologizing would ever make up for what he did. No excuse was forgivable for hurting someone as special and giving as Kinsey.
She gave a little nod. “Yes.”
“Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?”
“I don’t know.”
Chapter Twenty-eight
“ I don’t know. ”
Those words haunted Ryder the rest of the night, even as they made love again and again. Passion and need blended with the desires of the past that still held them both in its thrall, refusing to let go.
But he could sense Kinsey continued to hold a small portion of herself back, and that hurt Ryder more than he expected.
He was