Free Making His Move by Rhyannon Byrd

keep being that awkward girl who’d let a bunch of assholes kill her confidence with a few cruel remarks, or she could leave that girl behind and start embracing the successful woman she’d become. One who was confident enough to go after what she wanted, with or without a goddamn fortune cookie to boost her.
    And what I want is Chris .
    Exhaling a shaky breath of air, she held his worried gaze, and said, “Given that this afternoon is the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me, I guess it’s a good thing I’m a klutz and screwed up with that message.”
    He shuddered with what felt like a powerful wave of relief, his cock flexing in the tight, glove-like hold of her body. Moving his big hands to her breasts, he pinched her sensitive nipples as he leaned down and licked her shoulder blade, then lifted his head a little and gave her one of those deep, smoldering looks in the mirror. “I wouldn’t have been able to wait much longer, Soph, text or no text. I was coming after you, baby girl. I couldn’t keep fighting this, no way in hell.”
    It might make her the biggest fool on the planet, but damn it, she believed him.
    His firm lips moved against her shoulder as he held her gaze and asked, “We good?”
    “Yeah,” she whispered. “We’re good.”
    “Then take a deep breath and remember you trust me,” he ordered in a low voice, pulling out of her and picking her up in his arms. He carried her into his bedroom, hazy streams of sunlight filtering through the wooden blinds that covered the far wall of glass, the ocean churning in the distance. She had a hazy impression of the room being decorated in dark woods, soft grays, and off white. But it was hard to concentrate on her surroundings when she had a naked, breathtaking Chris Riley laying her down on his bed.
    He made sure her hands were okay beneath her, then pushed her thighs wider and knelt between them, the naked hunger in his eyes so freaking hot it made her feel scorched as he looked her over. Breasts. Belly. Dark, neat triangle of pubic hair. Pink, open pussy. He took his cock in one of his big hands, stroking himself as he lifted that glittering gaze back to her face, where it touched her tingling lips...then the flush on her cheeks. When he finally reached her eyes, he studied her for a moment, then gave her a sinful, crooked smile and came down over her, bracing his weight on one straight, muscular arm. He was still holding his cock, and his gaze flicked down as he positioned the taut head against her puffy opening. Then he locked his gaze with hers again. “Watch it,” he grunted, working his jaw. “Watch it go in this time.”
    She looked down, gasping when he pushed the first broad inch inside her. “Oh... Oh, God .”
    “I know,” he groaned, and even though she wasn’t looking at him — was staring at where they were joined — she knew he was doing the same. That he was watching his slow, heavy penetration as he worked that beautiful shaft inside her. “Jesus,” he rasped, giving her another inch. “You have the prettiest, sweetest little cunt, Soph. It makes me so fucking hard.”
    “Hard and huge.”
    He gave a gruff laugh, then grimaced as she pulsed around him. “Fuck, I can’t...I need to be in you. Completely.”
    “Then be in me,” she whispered, lifting her gaze back to his, just as he did the same. “Every inch of you, Chris.”
    His nostrils flared at her low words, his biceps bulging as he braced himself on both arms, then slowly started to force his way inside her. With a muscle pulsing in the rigid set of his jaw, he muttered, “You feel even tighter than before, Soph. You’re swollen inside and I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You won’t, Chris. I love the way you feel inside me. I can take it. Just hurry. Please . Don’t make me wait.”
    He growled as he shoved deep, pushing in every thick, vein-ridged inch, until he hit the end of her. The pressure was intense, and she snickered as she recalled her