Love Online(60)

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he said sarcastically.

“Ryder, I never imagined…”

“I know you didn’t, because you’re not materialistic. How I live is not something you think about. I know that.” He grabbed a remote control and flicked on the fireplace in the living room. “You know what, though?”

“What?”

“I’d take your cozy little house in St. George any day over this cold, empty place. I sit here at night and think about how much more comfortable I am there.”

“That’s a little crazy.”

“Alright.” He cracked a slight smile. “We can agree to disagree.”

Ryder showed me around a bit. Just outside of a set of French doors was a gorgeous in-ground pool and patio area, illuminated in blue lights. There was a state-of-the-art theater with plush, velvet seats, a wine cellar, and a home gym.

In the grand kitchen, huge bouquets of flowers covered the granite island. Ryder stared as if the sight of them had once again slapped him back to reality.

He turned to me and whispered, “I just want to forget.”

I reached out my hand. “Let’s go forget then.”

Ryder took it and led me down a hallway, then up a spiral staircase.

The smell of his cologne saturated the air in his bedroom. With dark wood and lots of black accents, Ryder’s room was sexy and masculine. A padded, slate gray headboard I knew I’d seen before took up most of the wall behind his bed. He pressed a button, and his shades began to close.

“So this is where you’d watch me from, huh? I recognize the headboard.”

“This is it. Scene of the crime.”

He undid his belt before turning me around and unzipping my dress. It fell to the floor, and I stepped out of it. Ryder continued to undress me until I was stark naked. He stood behind me as he showered my back with slow but firm kisses, sending chills through my core. I loved how eager and desperate he seemed for me. His erection pressed against my ass, so hot and hard through the fabric of his suit pants.

He kissed the back of my neck. “My beautiful Eden. I’ll never forget that you came to be with me.” He turned me around and took me in for several seconds.

So many emotions ran through me as I unbuttoned his shirt. The most striking was fear. I didn’t want to lose him. I knew that more clearly than ever tonight, and yet I’d never been more scared of it.

He stepped out of his pants. Wearing only his boxer briefs, he pulled me into his rock-hard chest and wrapped me in his arms as he rested his mouth in my hair.

He rocked me gently back and forth. Closing my eyes, I relished the feeling. He’d never told me he loved me, but if this wasn’t what love felt like, I would never know. It hit me that no one had ever held me like this in my entire life—certainly no man. I liked to consider myself a pretty tough person, someone who didn’t need to be cradled or coddled. But damn, it felt good to be held like this. He’d been through so much today, yet here he was rocking me.

I wanted to scream, “Please don’t leave me. She’s going to come back for you. You might be confused and not know what to do. But I love you, Ryder. Please trust in that.”

But of course, I remained silent, vowing to bring my mind back to the present and not dwell on the uncertain future, which had always plagued our relationship.

Ryder led me into a humungous bathroom just off the master suite.

Holy mother of all showers—it was like a room in and of itself with the most beautiful glass tile.

We stepped into it, and then he slipped out of his boxers and turned a handle. We were both completely naked now. I’d never seen him like this before, and I realized how perfect he was as the water cascaded down his body like a waterfall over carved stone. The V at the base of his abs aligned with a thin trail of hair leading down to his cock—his beautiful, thick cock that was so perfectly intimidating, but that I knew I could take.

Ryder pulled me close as the water sprayed out of three gargantuan showerheads. He placed his forehead against mine as the water rained down over us.

Once he started kissing me, that was it. We were in our own world under this water. Nothing else mattered, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let all my scary thoughts ruin this sacred moment. All I wanted to do was make love to him, comfort him, and have him feel nothing but me for a while.

I placed my hands around his face and drew him closer as he kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth as if he needed my breaths to survive, as if he couldn’t kiss me hard enough. This moment felt different from any other I’d experienced with him.

He leaned his weight into me, then lifted me up over him as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around him as he held me against the tile wall.

I immediately felt his crown at my opening.

He started to enter me without warning. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” he muttered.

“Don’t stop. It’s okay.”

It didn’t take any more convincing. In a second flat, Ryder had pushed all the way inside of me. His eyes rolled back as his body rocked against mine while he fucked me. His hand gripped the back of my neck, and the sound of our wet skin slapping together resonated throughout the bathroom, along with the echoes of our pleasure. It was wild and primal, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t worried about my own choreography during sex. He was in the driver’s seat, and he was doing a damn good job driving. I just let go, closing my eyes and feeling the sheer force of his body pummeling through me.