Chapter 34 Home
THIRTY-FOUR
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TIA
Play it safe? That was what he wanted to do?
That was the worst thought imaginable, but that didn’t stop Tia from letting Ryker brush his lips across her knuckles.
It didn’t stop the flush of heat building in her core or the rushing tingles firing along her nerves.
He gripped her hands and fluttered his lips over the inside of her wrists. With a low moan, she closed her eyes.
This man had a way of making her body sing, and she couldn’t help but need more of it.
A raw, helpless feeling knotted her insides, twisting and coiling tight.
A tremor skated down her spine, and she found herself powerless to say the one word she should voice.
Her chest pinched, and her muscles tensed as his kiss traveled up her arm.
Her entire body froze and then pulsed with a restless need as he crawled up her body, trailing kisses on exposed skin.
Goose bumps shivered across her body and made the tiny hairs on her arms lift.
Ryker’s voice came in a low, clipped wave, resonating and bouncing off the walls of the too-small space. Deep and cautious, he whispered in her ear, “Don’t ask me to leave. One night. Give me one more night before we stop.”
His groan echoed hers because there was no way she wanted any of this to stop.
She gave a tight nod and met his hooded gaze.
His eyes locked on hers, and her pulse went ballistic.
He did this to her—took away reason and turned her into an adrenaline junkie.
Only her fix was him. His touch. His seductive looks.
The way he made slow, purposeful love to her.
With her heart jackhammering, her pulse kept pace and raced through her veins.
“R-Ryker,” she said, stammering his name, “we can’t.”
“No one saw me come in. No one knows I’m here. One more night. I need you to give me one more night.”
Her heart thundered, and she balanced on the cusp of giving exactly what he wanted. Truth was, she wanted it as much or more than him. One more night before they had to end what had barely even begun.
A storm churned through his eyes, and his jaw became a stony block of male determination.
When she gave a nod, agreeing to his demand, his expression hardened.
A curl of heat spread through her, knowing what would come next.
Slow and sweet was all fine and good, but she could see that wasn’t what he intended.
Ryker Lyons had never been a gentle man.
A demanding lover, he claimed what he wanted, and she loved that about him.
His fingers brushed against her lips, making her heart sputter.
Then, his brick-hard body forced her down, caging her in.
His breaths rustled her hair as he kissed her temples, nibbled on her ears, and skated across her jaw.
He took his time finding her mouth and dropped his head to nuzzle her neck.
Hooking an arm around her waist, he yanked her up on the bed and then covered her mouth with fiery possession.
This wasn’t a tender exploration. He claimed with a bruising aggression with nips, licks, and an occasional bite.
He seized her lips with his mouth and chased her tongue with his.
Firm lips chased hers in a primitive and frenzied need.
His reckless hunger pushed him further, and he palmed her ass, pulling it up and in to the grinding of his hips.
He thrust his hard length against her hip, trying to rut with their clothes still on.
His groan of desire followed the rhythmic movement.
As he punished her swollen lips, she croaked out a strangled cry. “Ryker. Clothes. Off. Now.”
Liquid heat coursed through her veins. While she melted from the inside out, her skin chilled as he stripped her down.
She squirmed against him, her skin flushed, and turned from cold to itchy and so very hot.
She’d never been so turned on, and she ached for his lips to claim her nipples, his fingers to drag slowly against her inner thighs, and for him to dip deep inside where he would drive her insane.
“Ryker,” she breathed out on a slow exhale, “I…”
He regarded her with pupils blown out with his need, the verdant green of his irises nearly obliterated by his lust. He traced a finger around the corner of her mouth, his lips lifting with amusement as he slowed everything down to tease her.
He supported his weight and gazed down, seeming content to allow this moment to linger between them forever.
She, however, was not and needed more of him, more weight pressing down on her, more power caging her in, and definitely more friction between their skin.
Her chest squeezed, knowing the truth. This would never be done. There was no one more night. There was only forever.
He pulled his pants down around his thighs and released his erection from its confinement.
His heavy balls hung freely, and his cock jutted against her leg.
She reached for it and curled her fingers around the thick shaft.
He hissed, and his hips bucked forward. She stifled a moan and bit the inside of her cheek, but with a seething breath, she choked on a breathless gasp.
He speared forward as she released him, and thrust his cock deep inside her mouth.
Made of pure brawn, Ryker’s body rocked forward and back, pushing deep and dragging out with a tortuous glide.
Her channel gripped him tight, and she wrapped her legs around his muscled ass while his powerful legs set a pounding pace.
His hardened body, full of stacked muscles, clenched with each thrust and drove her higher and higher.
She let her gaze wander over his chiseled chest and watched the bunching of his arms and powerful shoulders as he worked them to completion.
He rasped with his efforts. His lips lowered and hovered a kiss away while he regarded her with the intensity of his gaze.
“I’ll never get enough of you.” The timbre of his voice was low and gravelly and oh-so very sexy. He shifted and touched their foreheads together. “You’re mine. Always have been and always will be.”
With his voice thick with arousal, she came undone as his words sank in.
His breath fanned against her face as his cock swelled and pounded inside her with each thrust, going deeper and harder. They rocked together. She lifted to meet his thrusts, and then his razor teeth gripped her lower lip and clamped down.
Her scream shattered the silence. He grabbed her hair, wrenched her head back, and bit at her neck, licking and sucking, driving her toward the inevitability of her climax.
Her heart raced, and her lungs scrambled to draw breath.
The air was disturbed by his exertion, his growls turning low and thick.
She held her breath as his voice boomed with a roar while he pummeled her with his hips and came with a shout.
His bulging biceps shook moments before he collapsed on top of her. There, he fought to catch his breath.
“Ryker,” she said, combing through the longer lengths of hair at the crown of his head, “that was—”
He kissed her, silencing her words, which was a good thing because she’d had no idea what to say next. When he rolled off her, she scooted back on the narrow mattress to make room. They faced each other, their quiet breaths filling the silence.
He traced a line from her shoulder, down her arm, dropped to her hip, and walked a path up her stomach to cup her breast. “I’ve never felt anything more perfect.”
“More perfect than my breast?”
His sideways grin tilted with amusement. “Well, your tits are more than perfect. I meant this.” He gestured between them. “I’m not giving this up.”
“But—”
“We’ll find a way, Tia. We’ll fucking find a way.”
She let her hand rest against the ridges of muscles spanning his abdomen. “How did I not know?”
“Know what?”
“What was beneath my nose all this time?”
He lifted her hand and pulled it to his chest where the solidness of his heart thumped beneath his skin. “It wasn’t yet time, but I’m here now.”
“What do we do?” She tucked her head beneath his and closed the space between them, entwining her arms, legs, and even her heart around the solidness that was Ryker Lyons.
“I can feel you breathe,” he said, pointing to his chest. “I feel you in here.” He pointed to her heart. “Wherever your heart is, that is my home.”
She felt the same, but the reality of their situation wasn’t lost on her. In the morning, everything would change.
“I don’t want this to ever end.” She stifled a cry. “I wish things were different.”
He kissed the top of her head. “We’ll figure it out. Until then, we’ll be careful.”
But being careful meant a chance of getting caught. Colonel Vane was out there, watching. Maybe not with eagle eyes, but he was certainly circling like a hawk.