Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

“I need you,” he panted. “Can I have you?”

“I need you, too. Please, I need you inside me.”

His fingers massaged me again, dragging another wave of wetness and a coil of muscles to band in preparation for a release.

“Now, Ryder.”

Our thoughts were scattered and sex-drunk as he pulled his hand free, opened the condom, and passed it to me.

His eyes locked on mine as I accepted the slippery devil. Braced above me and never looking away, he shuddered as I slowly rolled it over him. Feeling the latex slickness encase the hot hard rod that soon would be inside me made me shiver uncontrollably.

“Hey…” he murmured, rubbing away my sudden goosebumps. “Are you okay?” His face was tight and etched in shadow—the desire to climb inside me overriding most of his control. But he still looked at me gently, sweetly, and I knew if I said to stop, no matter how painful, he would.

But I didn’t want to stop.

I wanted this too damn much.

I wanted him.

Not just now but for so much longer than that.

I spread my legs, giving him wordless assurance that I was more than all right. “I’m going out of my mind to feel you inside me.”

The moment stretched on. Instead of taking up my offer, Ryder held himself up with his elbow and cupped my cheek. His eyes ensnared mine as he kissed me.

We kissed while watching each other.

Our tongues met.

Our tastes merged.

And through it all, we never looked away.

When he pulled back, he whispered, “I really like you, Vesper Fairfax.”

I sucked in a breath. “I really like you, Ryder Carson.”

Slowly positioning himself over me, he settled between my legs. “I think I might like you more than I should.” He groaned as the tip of his cock found my entrance. “And I don’t know how to deal with that.”

I couldn’t look away from his body joining with mine, hovering at the boundary from taking me. “You’re not alone. I’m scared.”

His eyes flared. “Don’t be scared.” His body trembled, his hips already thrusting a little, bypassing his command to stay stiff. “I’m not scared. And you’re the one making me fall.”

I had to close my eyes. The intensity grabbed all my internal organs and smashed them into one painful mess.

He slipped inside me a little, yanking me back to him. “Is this okay?”

I licked my lips, focusing on the physical rather than emotional sensations. “A thousand times yes.”

A smirk teased his lips. “I know missionary isn’t exactly what we spoke about, but we have plenty of time for other exciting positions.”

“Missionary is exactly what I need tonight.”

And it was true.

The thought of close contact, of hugging with our arms and eyes locked as he filled me for the first time, was exactly how it should be.

I needed that depth, mainly due to the awful news about Scar, and partly due to the sudden connection I felt to him after tonight.