Chapter 6
Lauren
The next morning I woke to the scrape of masculine legs against mine and the weight of a heavy arm across my middle. When I tried to slide from under it, Rye tightened his grip. The next thing I knew, my rear was snug against his front and his p***s was making its presence known. I melted like butter over hot pancakes. He could do anything to me, this man, and I'd love every second.
He slid into me, lush and lazy, and we made love at a slow-building, steamy pace, as if we had infinite time to wring every second of enjoyment from each other. Not that it took long. It didn't. I was already at a slow simmer. It took only a few swirls of his thumb on my c**t and the feel of his thickness inside me for the simmer to become a rolling boil of an orgasm.
He came too, after fir
