“I don’t have to be back in L.A. until Monday, so I hope you can stay with me all weekend.”
Oh, I would definitely be staying with him all weekend.
The room is standard posh—modern furnishings, medium size flat size television, and in the middle of the room was the king size bed.
My mouth goes dry. Ryder is looking at the bed as well.
The sun is shining through the windows, and I wish the sun would go down soon. I just never thought I’d lose my virginity in the light of day. I’d always imagined a candle-lit room with body friendly light instead of natural light that would no doubt enhance every feature I don’t want my boyfriend to see the first time he sees me naked.
Oh my God…was I ready?
Oddly, as the seconds tick by any nervousness I thought I would feel dissipates.
His hands cup my face and he kisses me gently. “I want you, Ange. Do you feel what you do to me?” he asks, flexing his hips so I feel the hard ridge of his sex pressed against my belly.
“I want you, too.”
Slowly he begins to undress me. He starts with the skirt, which is pooled at my feet. I kick it aside and take a second to slide my shoes off. His brows lift as he unbuttons my shirt and it immediately goes the way of my skirt. The only items remaining are my bra, panties, and socks.
He goes straight for the bra.
I am trembling with excitement and fear of the unknown.
Lifting me in his arms, he heads toward the bed, where we tumble onto the comforter. The second my back makes contact with the bed I lift his shirt up and over his head and toss it aside. I focus on his buckle and he laughs under his breath—a throaty chuckle that sends my desire to another level.
I’m surprised with how fast I have his pants unbuttoned and unzipped and am pushing them down his hips.
I think he is, too, because when he glances up at me he looks ready to devour me.
I’ll never forget that look in a million years, or the sensations rushing through me.
“I want you,” I repeat the words I said minutes ago.
He replies with a kiss that has my blood simmering in my veins. My fingers are running over the hard planes of his back and resting on the ridge of his briefs.
This is the point of no return.
I pull his underwear down and he does the rest.
He feels me through my panties, his hands sliding over the silk, and then he’s pulling them down my thighs and legs and tossing them aside. He goes up on his knees and pulls off my stockings one at a time, kissing the insides of my thighs before he flings the stockings onto the floor.
My eyes wander over his athletic body, coming to rest on his cock. I swallow hard as I stare, and I am stunned at my own brazenness when I reach for him, testing the feel of him in my hand as I slide my fingers from the base of his shaft up toward the head. The skin is velvety soft—and in such contrast to the rock hard phallus that twitches in response to my touch.
Ryder groans and I smile, amazed at the power I have over him at this moment. My fingers curl around him and just when I find a certain rhythm, he pushes my hand away, and I’m once again on my back and he is kissing the insides of my thighs.
“Relax,” he says with a grin, and I do as he asks, but it’s nearly impossible when my most private of places is three inches from his face.
His gaze shifts to my sex, and then his face is there.
My breath catches in my throat as his tongue strokes my slit and teases the tiny bundle of nerves at the top of my sex.
My hands grip the comforter at my sides, and I’m doing everything I can to not lift my hips against his mouth.
I fail miserably. Soon I’m fisting his hair and calling out his name, and saying other things I never thought would pass my lips.
I have no control and he loves it, his low, throaty groan turning me on even more.
My stomach tightens and I feel as tightly pulled as a bowstring as he continues to tease my clit with tiny strokes of his tongue.
“Ryder?”
Ryder
She calls out my name and it’s both a question and an exclamation.
Her climax comes fast and strong, and I’m amazed as I watch her ride out the new sensations.
When she opens her eyes, her mouth is open and she’s panting. The sides of her mouth lift slowly and she reaches for me.
All my plans to stretch this out and savor every second mock me, because all I want to do is bury myself deep inside her. I reach into the side table and pull out a rubber. She told me she had her sister take her to the clinic so she could be on the pill, but it’s only been a few weeks, and I would never take that chance.
I slide the rubber on and look at her. There is no fear in her eyes. Just desire.
We kiss, and I slow it down, telling myself to calm down.
Control, I say to myself as I slide between her thighs.
“I want you,” she says, and the intensity in her face takes my need to a whole different level.
I ease into her heat.
She sucks in a breath.
I immediately come upon resistance. I’d never had a virgin before, and I’m touched that she’s waited for me.
I kiss her softly at the same time I thrust.
She stiffens at the intrusion and stops kissing me back. But only for a second. She shifts slightly, adjusting, and lifts her hips.
I slowly begin to move.
Soon she is moving along with me, kissing my neck, my shoulder, her fingernails biting into the skin of my shoulders as she gets closer to orgasm. I pull out nearly all the way, and slowly enter again.
“Oh my God,” she whispers.
I love her sounds—the groans, the moans, the dirty words and way she says my name. I’ll never get enough of her…ever.
Again I slowly slide out. She won’t have it. She grabs my ass with both hands and pulls me close.
I follow with shorter thrusts that have her panting. Her hips meet mine, thrust for thrust, and soon I’ve hit the point of no return.
Her eyes are closed tight.
“Open your eyes, Ange,” I whisper against her lips.
Immediately she does as I ask.
I’ll never forget the look in those eyes for as long as I live. As I thrust, her breath catches in her throat, and she cries out as her inner muscles pull me in further and deeper. Her climax is so strong that it sends me over the edge, and I am a man possessed. A few more thrusts and I’m finding my own release and falling into the arms of the woman I love.
For long minutes I lay on her, trying to catch my breath. She’s playing with my hair with one hand, the other brushing along my spine.
I have never known such contentment and peace.
Everything in my life is perfect.
I have the life I want, the career I want, the best friend a guy can ask for, and a woman who has made me feel more loved in the short time that I’ve known her than all the woman I’ve known combined. She makes me believe I can do anything.
I lift my head and stare into her beautiful eyes.
She grins. “Wow, now I get it.”
I roll off her and bring her with me. I go up on an elbow. “What to you get?”
She laughs softly. “The Ryder Affect.”
I laugh and kiss her.
“You’ve ruined me for all other men. I hope you know that.”
I know she says the words teasingly, but I take them seriously. The thought of Ange with anyone else makes me angry. I would never give her a reason to walk away.
“Hey,” she says, her brows furrowing in that way I loved. “Why are you frowning?”
I slide my fingers through hers. “You’re my girl, Ange. Mine.”
“You sound so territorial
.”
“I am territorial. I mean it…you’re mine. I know that we’ll have physical distance between us with you living in San Diego and me in Vancouver, but I swear I’ll be the man you deserve.”
Her gaze shifts from mine and drops down to my body. Her lips curve slightly as she pushes me onto my back and rolls on top of me. “And I’ll be the woman you deserve.”
I push the waterfall of reddish-brown curls back from her face. “You already are.”
ABOUT J.A. TEMPLETON
J.A. Templeton is the YA/New Adult pen name for romance author Julia Templeton. The author of over twenty novels, Julia enjoys reading, research, traveling, riding motorcycles, and spending time with family and friends. A certified psychic medium, Julia is married to her high school sweetheart, has two grown children, and four grandchildren. She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest and loves hearing from readers.
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