Page 59 of Fooling the Forward
Leo smiles.
“What do you say?” Alice asks.
“Thank you.”
Ryder smiles. “You’re welcome, buddy. After everyone else is finished eating, guess what Calista made for dessert?”
Leo shrugs. “What?”
“Cookies. And you can have one in a little bit.”
“Yeah cookie.” Leo nods excitedly.
Watching him interact with Leo is setting my stomach aflutter. Somehow it makes him more attractive, when I didn’t even realize that was a possibility. This must be what falling in love does to people.
Love?
Could I be falling in love with him?
I want to spend as much time with him as possible and being around him makes my day better. There isn’t anything about him I don’t like. Maybe it’s time to take our relationship to the next step. And I think I know the perfect way to do that.
* * *
Ryder helps me clean up the counters and load the dishes and utensils in the dishwasher. I toss a detergent pod in the dishwasher, close the door, and start the cycle.
“I’m going to run outside and make sure we got everything off the patio,” he says.
“Sounds good.” I wait until he’s out of sight to strip my clothes off. Once I’m naked, I put on the apron he gave me and snicker when I see the placement of Goode Chef. I tie the strings behind my back and run my hand over the material, smoothing the creases from where it was folded.
Raising my arms, I notice all the side boob action I’ve got going on. This thing wasn’t meant to be worn naked. Maybe this is a bad idea. I’m contemplating putting my clothes back on when I hear Ryder coming and I freeze in place like a scared doe.
“There wasn’t anything out—” He cuts off mid word.
“You like?” I ask, throwing my arms out to my sides. It’s too late to do anything but own my decision.
“Ilove.” He stalks toward me like I’m his prey. “Turn around,” he orders.
I pivot in place, revealing my exposed ass and entire backside.
“Fucking hell, you’re perfect.” He places his hands on the granite surface, caging me between him and the island. “Are you trying to seduce me, Lis? Do you want to see if you can make me lose control?”
“Yes,” I reply honestly.
Shifting closer, he presses into me, letting me feel exactly how much he wants me. He gathers my hair, pushing it to one side to clear a path for his lips. I angle my head, giving him free rein as he presses kisses down the side of my neck. One of his hands slips inside the apron, gliding across the front of my hip bone and down to rub over my clit.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He delves his middle finger between my lips, sliding inside me. My hips rock as I try to ride his hand. He pulls his finger from me, moving back up to draw slow, wet circles around my clit until my teeth gnash together with desperation.
“I’m so close,” I whimper.
“I’ll get you there, baby, Don’t you worry,” he tells me, picking up the pace, his fingers strumming my clit with expertise.
Clutching his arm, I roll my hips as my orgasm builds and builds until I feel like I’m balanced on a jagged edge of pleasure. And then I fall, unraveling beneath his talented fingers.
Ryder shoves his bathing suit down his powerful thighs, kicking them to the side. He tugs his t-shirt over his head and drops it on the floor beside my feet. He groans, and I picture him standing behind me, stroking his cock.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard.”