Chapter 51
Ripley whips around so fast his handsome features are a blur. With the way he towers over me I wonder if he even sees me. His sights are set on the door at my back, the electronic lock that slid into place when I entered the room.
Finally, he registers my form standing shyly before him. I wondered if he knew I entered the room, and he was just soaking up the fact that I was ogling his very muscular back.
However, with the ferocity in his eyes, I now know he didn’t register my arrival at all.
“Ripley?” My voice is quiet, gentle, not wanting to startle him anymore than I already did.
“How long have you been standing there?” he questions, almost monotonously.
My face flushes. “Not long. What are you doing?”
He looks down to the bottle in his hand. “How long is ‘not long’?”
The darkest eyes I’ve ever bore witness to lift, locking their sights on mine, assessing me. “Uhh, I don’t know…” How much time has to pass before simply seeing becomes creepy leering?
Ripley’s frigid gaze softens as heat inches up my neck, face warming the longer he looks down upon me. “You’re lying.”
“Am not,” I object. “I wasn’t keeping track of time, nor do I have a watch to do so.”
“So, it was long enough that it could’ve been timed? Good to know.”
“It was no—“ His lips threaten to curl up at the corner, but he fights to keep his features neutral. He’s trying to rile me up, and I walked right into it. It’s not like I can deny watching him though, my face feels as though it’s a million degrees in this room. “You’re infuriating.”
“And you were gawking. Should I worry that I’ll have a stalker once I get you out of here?”
The way hope swells within my chest can’t be hidden. But that doesn’t mean I have to voice it. He said as much before. He will get me out, I just have to be patient with him. “Maybe,” I volley back.
Turning, he sits on the edge of the bed, placing the juice jug on the nightstand. “Can’t wait. I’ll put on a special show just for you.”
A swell of filthy images flit through my mind, almost all showcasing him with his dick in his hand. “Is this like a sexy show? Or are you going to make me watch a dinosaur documentary?”
He barks a laugh, the sound honest and deep, coming from the heart of his chest.
Rip curls his fingers, beckoning me to stand between his spread thighs.
“You’ll have to wait and find out.” I move into him, threading my fingers into his hair without hesitation.
He tenses beneath me, inhaling a deep breath.
His body uncoils upon his exhale, as he lays his head against my breast. This isn’t like the first time.
I’m nervous, but in a good way. His hands curl around the backs of my thighs.
“Maybe it’s both…” he rasps, looking up at me from beneath those thick, dark lashes. “Maybe it’s neither.”
I fight the urge to slam my lips against his as Rip’s fingers trail lightly over the sensitive skin of my thighs, working their way up under the hem of the airy pink dress.
“Oh good…” The sounds scrape along my vocal cords, all moisture abandoning my mouth with the way his fingers dance along my flesh.
“I love surprises,” I manage, clearing my throat.
Ripley’s right hand moves inward, sliding through my centre from the back as I gasp, fisting his hair tight. Pleasure shoots through me sharp and fast as he grunts, responding to my roughness.
Tilting his head back, I take in the sinfully handsome man before me. Like gravity, he pulls me toward him without my realization. Even half conscious and hanging from chains, I thought he was pretty, in the most dangerous way.
Before I know it, my lips are pressed to his and I’m swallowing his groan of hunger. The sound shoots right to my clit, making it thump with need.
Slowly, Rip pulls away. Panting heavily, “Wait,” he says, “I brought you breakfast.”
“You want to stop?”
“Well, no, bu—” I cut him off with another kiss, slipping my tongue out to brush his lips, coaxing his out to tangle with mine.
I feel the moment he surrenders to this, all notions about stopping for food long forgotten.
His hands slide up and over my ass, curving around to grip my hips as he guides me into his lap.
Rip’s erection brushes against me as I straddle him, and I undulate my hips, rubbing my clit against his hardness.
His fingers tighten, digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks. The sensation spurs me on.
Fuck breakfast, we can eat after we’ve worked up an appetite.