Lila
Seconds later, the question slipped out before I could stop it. “Aren’t you supposed to reach climax though?” I remembered now. He hadn’t. My hand had been on him for what felt like forever, and nothing had happened. No release. No finish. Just him groaning and breathing hard, but never quite getting there.
Ryder smiled, small and almost gentle, and started fastening his jeans again. He tucked himself back in, zipped up, and buttoned the top, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he had nowhere else to be. He adjusted his cowboy hat, then reached for the key in the ignition.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he said quietly. “And how do you know I’m supposed to reach climax? You haven’t been with any guy.”
I folded my lips together and stared straight ahead at the windscre
