Crush Crush

Chapter Fourteen

Detective Henderson explained how tonight was going to work. They didn't believe Kristy would try to come to Ryder's house, but they assigned an officer outside the house just in case. Another female officer roughly my size and with hair a similar shade and length to mine was going to be in my house as a body double. They were hoping Kristy would see the fake me and try to attack, which would allow them to arrest her.

I listened to the detective carefully. "What do we do?"

He clasped his hands together. "For now, sit tight. This will all be over soon."

I nodded and sat in the living room while Ryder walked the detective out. He returned to me and pulled me onto his lap, cradling my upper body against his chest. I buried my nose into his neck, placing open-mouthed kisses on his exposed skin. He grunted and tried to push me away. I took his lips with mine. He lost his control for a brief moment before he gathered the strength to push me away.

"Not now, Isabel."

"Yes, now. I was just informed the guy I've been in love with most of my life actually loves me back."

He didn't move for a moment. "What did you say?"

I shifted, bringing my legs beneath me and straddling his waist, trying not to wince. The pain had been kept at bay with the help of Tylenol, but I was still stiff. I kissed him briefly. "I said, I love you, Ryder. I always have. You are—"

He didn't let me finish. His kiss was passionate—hungry and almost desperate, as though he believed I was going to disappear or suddenly decide I actually didn't love him. I felt a hard bulge press against my inner thigh and I reached between us, palming his closed zipper before slowing opening it. Ryder took my hand away from the opening of his pants. "We can't, Isabel."

"Yes, we can." I managed to slip my other hand into his boxers, my entire body tightening in excitement as I started to pump his growing erection.

"Stop," he breathed, but he didn't actually move to stop me. "We can't . . . Your concussion"

I silenced him with my lips. I whispered, "I need you, Ry."

I stood for a brief moment to slide my panties down, slowly because Ryder was watching me closely. His eyes darkened as I slid his pants and boxers down to his knees. Carefully, because of my stitches and because it turned me on to watch Ryder watch me, I straddled his thighs again. I took his hand, sliding his forefinger into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before guiding it between my thighs, where I pushed it deep inside me. His eyes rolled back for a moment as I assisted in pumping his finger in and out. He murmured something that sounded like, "Always ready," before something inside of him snapped. 

He pushed another finger inside of me and I gasped, hissing through my teeth as he started pumping in and out of me to an even rhythm. As the pleasure began to build, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his hard organ. He thrusted deep inside of me, moaning as I rocked my hips. His kisses swallowed my loud moans.

"Come for me, baby," he said gruffly. "Say my name."

I panted, the tension escalating in my belly. My fingers curled in his hair. My walls clenched around him as I chanted his name, over and over again. "Ryder . . . Ryder . . ." I gasped and let out another long, low moan when his thumb rubbed against my clit. "Oh, god. Ryder . . ."

"Say it, baby." He slowed the pace when I didn't immediately answer, dialing back the tension before I could burst. 

I scowled, thinking, Sorry if I'm a little preoccupied here. 

He growled, "Say it."

My eyes held his as I said softly, "I love you, Ryder Duchannes. I love—" I cut myself off with panting. He finally let me reach my releases, holding me against him as he fell apart with me.

He brushed loose hair from my face and kissed me deeply. "I love you, too."