24. Mila
Mila
My feet were starting to hurt in my heels.
I knew that four-inch-heels were too high to be comfortable, but Lara had talked me into buying them because they made my calves look “killer.” I was now regretting following my vanity—especially seeing as Ryker had barely glanced at me or talked to me since we’d arrived at the party.
And even though other men were giving me appreciative looks, it didn’t really matter to me.
The only one I wanted thinking I looked hot was Ryker.
And boy, did he look hot tonight with his crisp white shirt and black tuxedo.
His short black hair was slicked back, and his brown eyes were illuminated on his tan face.
His shoulders were strong and muscular, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his shapely, muscular legs and strong butt as he walked.
I’d never experienced such lust from just looking at a man before, but Ryker was driving me crazy.
Maybe it was because I knew exactly what his strong, athletic body could do to me, and I was missing the attention.
He could at least give me some sexy “I want to fuck you right now” smile.
But no, nothing. I sipped my wine and tried to stifle a sigh.
I had issues. I didn’t want our relationship to be all about sex, but all I could think about right now was being with Ryker in a strictly carnal way.
The hair on my neck stood on end, and I looked to the right to see that Ryker was staring at me with narrowed eyes.
“What?” I asked after almost a minute of him staring at me.
“What?” he asked and blinked, his eyes not leaving mine, but a smile not reaching his face either.
“Nothing,” I said and looked away, feeling flushed and hot. Why was he staring at me and not saying anything? My stomach churned as I thought about the look that had been in his eyes. What did it mean? I was going to drive myself crazy by over-analyzing every look he gave me.
“See that door over there?” Ryker moved closer to me, so close that I could feel his body heat right next to me, even though we weren’t touching. I looked over at him, and he nodded to a door on the other side of the room.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Why?”
“I want you to go into that room and wait for me.”
“Why?” I looked up and stared into his eyes.
“You’ll see. I want it to be a surprise.” He winked at me, and his hand slid down to my ass.
“Ryker, there are people standing right outside that door.” My eyes widened as his hand rested on the small of my back. “I’m not going in there to wait for you to do whatever you want to do to me.” Though I desperately wanted to run to the room so that I could wait for him to take me.
“You know what I want to do to you.” He leaned down, kissed my cheek, and moved his mouth to my ear, his tongue licking me lightly before he whispered, “I want to pull that sexy, slinky dress off you, but I won’t.
Instead, I’ll pull it up as high as it can go.
Then I’ll reach down, and I’ll move your panties to the side .
. . Actually, no, maybe I’ll rip them off, keep them in my pocket as a party souvenir.
” His voice was husky, and I shivered at his words.
“Then I’ll bend you over so your ass is in the air, and I’ll touch you lightly, delicately, and caress you before I give you what we both want. ”
“I think you’ll find that to be a difficult task,” I said softly, batting my eyelashes up at him, though I was finding it hard to talk because I was so turned on.
My body was on fire, and I found myself wanting to play along with him and his sexy talk.
I wanted to show him that I wasn’t scared of his sexual side.
In fact, I craved it. Even though I loved him and was scared that this was all about sex for him, I wanted him to know that I could give as good as I got.
“Why is that?” He leaned back, and his eyes bore into mine intensely as if we were the only two people in the room.
I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Because I don’t have any panties on.
” Then, I smiled sweetly. I heard his sharp intake of breath, and then I walked away from him and headed over to talk to a small group of women who were standing next to us.
“Hi, I’m Mila,” I said as I approached the group.
They looked toward me curiously, with surprised expressions.
“I’m Ryker Walker’s fiancée.” I felt out of place, like some intruder.
“We know who you are,” the oldest-looking lady answered with a tight smile. “Glad you could join us tonight.”
“Oh, it’s my pleas?—”
“Excuse us, ladies.” Ryker grabbed my arm, interrupted me, and pulled me away from the circle of women. “I need to talk to my fiancée.”
“Ryker,” I gasped as he pulled me. “What are you doing? People are looking.”
“They can look. They can listen. I don’t care,” he said as we headed toward the door. “I have an investigation to take care of.”
“What investigation?” I asked, confused, my heart thudding.
“I want to know if, one, you really have no underwear on and, two, if you are as wet as I think you are right now?”
“Ryker Walker,” I squeaked as we made our way past his father and the group of board of directors. “No way.”
“Oh, I think way.” He stopped abruptly, and I crashed into him.
His hands reached out to steady me, and he held me close to his side.
He looked down into my face and smiled a sweet yet devious smile as his fingers caressed my lips.
“If I haven’t told you yet, that dress is very sexy,” he said smoothly, and his eyes fell to my partially exposed chest. “Very, very sexy.”
“You’ve told me,” I said as I gazed back at him in his black tuxedo.
He looked disturbingly handsome, with his dark, silky hair too long and wild, his brown eyes that glittered into mine like emeralds, haughty and superior, and his pink, luscious lips turned up and waiting to do all sorts of naughty things to me.
I bit down on his finger as it invaded my mouth, and he pulled it back quickly with a look of surprise on his face.
“Feisty tonight,” he said huskily. “I like it.”
“You’ll be liking it in the privacy of our bedroom, though, not here,” I told him smartly, licking the taste of him off my lips.
“Yes, I’ll be enjoying it there as well.” He grinned as he leaned closer to me. He bent down, kissed my lips, and then pulled away. “And I’ll be enjoying it here as well.”
“No, you won’t,” I said, grinning back at him as I leaned forward and kissed him. “Sorry about your luck, Ryker.”
“Oh, don’t be sorry,” he quipped, his teeth grabbing onto my lower lip so he could suck it. “My luck is quite fine.”
“Ryker.” I grabbed on to his shoulders and pushed him back. “We can’t do this here.”
“I think we can,” he said, but he let go of my lips and rubbed his own with his fingers. He grabbed my hands and winked. “Now, come with me.”
“Ryker, no, this is not an appropriate venue.” I squeezed his hands and hissed. “We’re not going?—”
“I know about Operation Condor,” he said lightly and looked back at me, his eyes looking amused.
“Oh, my gosh.” My heart skipped a beat. I was so embarrassed as he brought up the code name for the “seduce Ryker” plan I’d invented with Lara when I was younger. “How do you know?”
“I think you’d better come with me and find out,” he said, turned back around, and started walking again.
I followed alongside him, my entire body feeling hot like I was lying on a beach in the Caribbean; only I wasn’t in a relaxed state.
Ryker stopped outside the door, turned to look at me, and then grinned.
“Go outside and meet me by my car,” he said, and I frowned.
“What?” I looked at him, then at the door behind him. “I thought we were going in there?”
“I changed my mind.” He shrugged. “We’re not going in there any longer.”
“Ryker? What’s going on?” I asked him, confused.
“You’re about to find out.” He licked his lips, grabbed my hand, and before I knew what was happening, he’d pulled me behind the door into what appeared to be a bathroom.
“Ryker?” I gasped when his fingers slid up under my dress.
“Just checking,” he growled, his fingers finding my wetness. “I just wanted to make sure I was right.”
“Ryker.” I moaned; his fingers slid back and forth and then stopped to rub on my throbbing bud. “Ryker, we can’t do this here.” My words were stifled when he slipped a finger inside me.
“We’re not going to do it here,” he said huskily.
“Oh?” Lust took over my faculties. “Are we going home already?”
“We’re not going home,” he said and shook his head, his teeth grinning at me. “Go and wait by the car for me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will.” He laughed. “Now go.”
“Okay.” I acted from a dazed state as I straightened my dress and walked away from him back toward the door.
“That dress really does look sexy on you.” He growled from behind me and pulled me back into his arms so that he could nuzzle my neck. “And those heels as well. Worth every penny I spent.”
I stiffened in his arms as he mentioned the fact that he’d paid for the dress and shoes. It still made me feel uncomfortable, like I was some paid woman or something.
“I like to spoil you, Mila,” he whispered into my ear. “I want to spoil you. Please let me do that without you freezing up.”
“Fine,” I whispered. He gave me a quick kiss on the side of the face and then let me go.
“See you outside,” he said and lightly tapped my bottom.
“I’ll be waiting,” I said sassily to him, then left the room.