[Ryder]
A soft, hesitant moan escaped her lips as I lifted her onto the edge of the table, never once breaking the kiss—I would have been beyond insane to do so. My body moved between her legs instinctively, as if it had always belonged there.
The hand that cradled her waist held her steady, while the other slipped beneath her dress, ripping her leggings.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips as my fingers skimmed over the soft, warm skin of her thigh in featherlight strokes that made her shiver.
When my tongue parted her lips, wanting to bask in the warmth of her mouth, she hesitated—obviously lacking experience in intimate kissing, but that didn't make the sensation any less enjoyable. In fact, her inexperience roused me.
I held back a groan when her hesitantly clumsy fingers plastered ove
