Chapter 21 Ryker #2
I stand to see myself out, but a pair of lacy red panties laid out on the pillow catches my eyes. I reach for them. ‘Are these the ones that are always in a twist? Why? These are nice.’
‘Alright, fun’s over.’ She grips my arm, ushering me up. ‘You got your info and you can see I’m fine. Get out. I’m meeting Mr F early in the morning to clean up the speedway so the carnival can set up. At this rate, I’m getting three hours of sleep.’
‘You don’t want a little sleepover?’ I may as well get a little rise out of her while I’m here. ‘It’ll be like old times, but this time, I’ll have the guts to sneak into your room.’
‘I want you to get out!’ She snatches the underwear from my hands, gathers some clothes and charges back into the bathroom.
I follow. The mirror in front of her is fogged over, but my blurred silhouette grows darker the closer I get. I eat up the way her body tenses with each step. I don’t stop until I’m right behind her, looming over her shoulder. So close I know she can feel my heat.
‘Is that what you really want?’ I lean down, letting my lips graze the shell of her ear. She shivers in response. ‘You want me to leave?’
The breath whooshes from her lungs.
‘Y–yes,’ she stammers. ‘I want you to leave.’
Using my heel, I slowly bring the bathroom door she left wide open to a close. The soft click vibrates through the room. ‘Then you should’ve locked the door.’
She cranes her neck to the side, meeting my eyes. And there’s that look. That second-too-long look that ignites the ache of want that I’ve controlled until now.
I’m sick of being in control.
My mouth moves down to graze at her jaw. ‘Tell me, baby, because I’m fucking curious.’ Then I snatch her bottom lip between my teeth and drag it out with a pop. ‘Do you always moan my name when you slide your fingers into your pretty little cunt?’
She grips the towel tighter around her body – as if I couldn’t rip it away. She looks unreal, cheeks flushed, curls dripping. I drink her in, letting the vortex of our energy run wild until it’s physically so fucked up that it’s painful to keep myself from sinking to my knees and devouring her.
It takes everything to slowly step back and lean against the bathroom door. Her body slumps, though not from relief. She looks over her shoulder at me with the same feeling reflected in her gaze. Need. Her eyes look like they could swallow all the stars and the entire universe.
I fold my arms across my chest. ‘Show me,’ I demand.
‘Show you what?’ she murmurs.
‘Show me how you think I’d touch you.’
She hesitates. Her tongue peeks out and licks her swollen bottom lip and I’m envious because, even though I had a small nibble, I want that taste to flood my system right now.
‘I don’t … I—’
I push off the doorframe and stand behind her again – close – caging her in against the basin with an arm on either side of her body.
‘Drop the towel.’
She sucks in a sharp breath and hesitates for a second, but I see her fingers twitch. I give her a moment. When she doesn’t move, I slowly reach up and peel the fabric from her fingers. I half-expect a fight, but the towel pools by our feet.
My heart skips. It misfires and short-circuits my brain.
I take my time admiring her. All her soft curves.
How her skin glows. Every wet strand of curly hair that drips down her back.
I breathe slowly, relishing everything that she is.
Her body would fit mine perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.
I could drive my hips forward and show her what just the sight of her does to me.
But I don’t bridge that last hair’s-breadth of space. I drown in the torture of almost touching her. It’s always fucking almost.
Pain throbs up my cheek from how tightly I’m clenching my jaw, and I let it be the reminder that she’s not mine. Not yet. Not until I know she fully trusts me again. I let the pain distract me from how badly I want to sink to my knees and taste her.
‘I’m not going to touch you anywhere but here.’ I whisper in her ear while reaching for her wrist. ‘But I’m going to show you how I’d make you come.’
She needs to feel taken care of. Properly.
I move her hand to skim up her sides, my hand now gliding and guiding hers exactly how I would touch her.
I tease the undersides of her breasts, moving up until her fingers brush over a puckered nipple.
A moan escapes her the moment she gives in, falling into me like putty.
Blood rushes to my cock, and fuck, just the feeling of having her body pressed against mine could make me come.
I nudge her dainty foot to the side with my boot, opening her stance. ‘Wider, baby. I need to see all of you,’ I groan, cursing but loving how she looks, how she feels.
She mewls, as if I’m not giving her enough, and she greedily thrusts her ass back into me.
So I give her one slow torturous stroke of my cock against her ass, pissed off that the fabric of my clothes is in the way but loving how a moan gets caught in her throat.
Her fingers brush against her clit, instantly glistening.