CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

SAVANNAH

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I place my award on my bedroom cabinet and then turn. I feel like I won twice tonight.

As Ryder walks into my bedroom like a wild animal stalking his prey, I know I did.

"I need you to unzip me." I spin and give him a sexy smile over my shoulder

"With pleasure." Ryder kisses my neck and I feel the dress give as it slides to the floor. Then, of course, he lifts me up and kicks it away.

When my feet touch the floor again, I turn and press against him, my eyes gazing up at this beautiful man.

"You have too many clothes on," I say, despite the fact he's already removed his black tuxedo jacket.

I begin undoing his bow tie as his blue eyes sizzle down at me with lust.

"I'm not fucking you tonight," he says, taking both my wrists.

I blink, surprised.

"I'm making love to you, Savannah," Ryder rasps.

My heart thuds in my chest.

This man loves me. I can only hope that I get to spend forever with him, but right now there is a lifetime ahead of us and I'm going to enjoy every minute of the journey.

"Lie on the bed," he says, dropping my wrists and undoing his shirt buttons. Then it's falling off his shoulders and my eyes are taking in his ripped solid chest.

He smirks.

"Get on the bed, sweetheart." He leans down to my face. "It's all yours, so get on the bed before I spank you."

A grin breaks out on my face, and I kick my shoes off, then climb onto my enormous Californian king.

I slide my panties down.

Ryder grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge as I squeal. I hear his rough chuckle as my thighs are parted and his mouth clamps onto my mound.

"Oh, god," I cry.

"Nectar of the fucking gods," he rasps and then continues his skillful act.

I'm wet from him entering me in the car with his fingers. Now they find my entrance again and plow inside.

His tongue, his teeth, his fingers bring me to orgasm quickly. All night the sexual tension has been brewing. The way his deep, seductive glances found mine. The brush of his fingers on the back of my arm, along my hip, across the curve of my neck.

The stolen kisses in hallways and as the night grew late, the I need to be deep inside you, whispers in my ear.

"Needy wet pussy," Ryder says, licking his lips as he climbs over me.

All I see is him. His steely blue eyes, his broad tattooed chest and his square jaw.

"Let me inside you bare," he growls. "I need to feel you flesh to flesh."

I want that too.

I could never say no to him.

"But—" I start.

"No." He grabs my face. "There is no but. This is it for both of us. I am never letting you go."

My heart swells until it almost bursts, and when I feel the head of his cock sliding through my folds and he waits for my permission, I give it by pressing into him.

And nodding.

"Yes," I say and then cry out as his thick, hard shaft slams into me.

"Mine," Ryder cries.

I am.

And he is mine.