Apparently, Ryder agreed with the philosophy, because he groaned and scrubbed an inked palm over his face. “Fuck me. Sounds so good, Dakota.” I had to hold back the whimper that threatened to escape. Why did it always have to come out like sex on his lips? “It seems like you want me to feed you.” So maybe I was going to keep some of those fantasies, and I couldn’t help but play off what Beth had said, loving the way those eyes were taking me in like he didn’t want to look anywhere else. He let go of a rough chuckle. “Thinking that’s exactly what I want.” Tingles spread, prickles that kissed
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