Chapter 22
Ryleigh
We walk slowly back to the parking garage where we left the car, with Angus pointing out iconic restaurants and other notable places around the city. It’s almost like being on a date, and I catch myself reaching for his hand multiple times. I stop just in time, but I’m almost positive he noticed. Or maybe that’s just more wishful thinking.
I’m sorry our evening is over, especially since tomorrow we’re hitting the road early to head to Nashville. Another place where I haven’t spent much time. I was there as a teenager with my dad, but I saw the Grand Ole Opry and walked around downtown for about thirty minutes before meeting up with Dad’s friends for dinner. That was the extent of my experience there.
Maybe I’ll be able to see something once we arrive, but it’s a four-hour drive and then we have to get ready for sound check. If we get up early, we could be there by late morning, which gives me a few hours to walk around. I don’t know how Angus feels about that, though.
“Tired?” Angus asks as we get on the elevator.
“A little, but it was nice to get out. Thank you for a wonderful evening.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Do you think I could ask for one more favor?”
“Sure.”
“Could we get up early to get on the road? I’d like to have a couple of hours to explore Nashville before we have to be at sound check.”
“Technically, you don’t need to be at sound check,” he says softly, “but yeah, we can get up as early as you want. You want to hit the road by seven?”
I nod eagerly. “That would be amazing.”
“Then I guess you need to get to bed.” He stops in front of my door and our eyes meet.
Fuck.
I don’t want him to leave.
I liked waking up next to him.
Waking up to him arriving with breakfast.
Having his voice be the first thing I hear in the morning.
“I…guess I do.”
But I don’t want to. Not alone anyway.
Our eyes are still locked, and I see the question in his.
All I have to do is invite him in.
One more time.
It can’t make things worse, can it?
Probably, but what have I got to lose?
“What would happen if…” I hesitate, biting my lip.
“If…?” His eyes are laser-focused on mine.
“If I asked you… to…”
Why is it so hard to get the words out?
“Asked me to…”
And why is he being so obtuse about this?
“Come inside!” I hiss, whirling around as I swipe my key card to open the door.
Before I realize what’s happening I’m pinned against the wall by his much larger body.
“This what you want, Ryleigh?”
I whimper a little at the heat between us. The ferocity in his eyes. The growl in his voice. I love it all.
“Y-yes.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
And that’s the truth.
“I thought you didn’t like me.” There’s a smirk on his handsome face.
“I don’t. But I do like when you throw me up against the wall and do naughty things to me.”
Apparently, that’s all he needs to hear because he crashes his mouth to mine, and I’m swept up.
Again.
Just like last time.
But it’s even better now because I know what to expect.
“You sure you feel up to it?” he murmurs against my mouth, a hand palming my ass.
“I’m very, very sure.”
His mouth covers mine again and this time it’s demanding, possessive, and predatory. He knows his way around my body and treats it like it belongs to him. With anyone else I might be a little affronted by that, but not with Angus. I want him to own it. To own me.
He’s frustrating. Talented. Moody. Sexy. Passionate. Tempting.
I feel so many things when we’re together, it’s hard to think.
When he touches me, I can’t even breathe.
“You on birth control, Ryleigh?” He pauses, looking at me intently.
“Yes.”
“Because I don’t have any condoms with me.”
“That’s okay.”
“You trust me?”
“I probably shouldn’t—but I do.”
Why does it turn me on that he’s going to be bare inside me?
I’ve never had unprotected sex.
Ever.
Yet I want to with Angus. I’ve got a birth control implant, so I’m not worried about pregnancy, and for some reason, I truly don’t believe he’ll give me the clap.
He tugs at my top, and I raise my arms so he can pull it over my head. My bra is simple white cotton since I didn’t foresee getting naked tonight, but the look on his face makes me feel like I’m wearing leather or lace or something.
He runs his thumbs over the tight little points my nipples have turned into.
“If you were mine, you’d always go braless,” he grunts, squeezing the soft globes as he rubs his groin against my core.
“And you’d always be commando,” I breathe, reaching down to cup his balls. I squeeze hard enough to get his attention but gentle enough to not hurt him.
“Turn around,” he rumbles, moving back to give me room to switch my position.
As soon as my back is to him, he immediately reaches for the clasp of my bra.
“We definitely won’t be needing this.” He tosses it aside and then slides his hands around front, cupping my breasts. “Perfect for my hands.” He kneads and squeezes them as he dips his head to suck on the side of my neck.
“Don’t mark me unless you plan to own it,” I hiss.
“Well, we already know I want to own this.” He drops to his knees and starts kneading my ass. He presses light kisses along the bottom of my spine, the curve of my hips, and then on each butt cheek. Then he uses his teeth, gently tugging and nipping at the firm globes.
“And I owned this last time we were together.” He slides a finger between my legs. “Spread your legs and back up, so you can lean forward… give me better access.”
I quickly get in position, and he presses his mouth to my core, lapping at the arousal pooling at my entrance.
“Oh, fuck, Angus…” My voice sounds raspy and needy—like a woman who’s desperate to come.
He slides his mouth away from where I want it and starts sucking on the tender skin on the inside of my thigh. A moan of frustration leaves me.
There’s no doubt in my mind he’s going to leave a mark. Probably several of them. Despite what I said, I don’t mind. In fact, the idea of him leaving marks on my body turns me on.
With his mouth on my thigh, he keeps one hand on my hip—holding me in place—and uses the other one to slap my ass a few times. I squirm in surprise, but then surge back, ready for more
“Too hard?” he asks in a heated whisper.
“N-no.” I’m frustrated—so close but so far—but he’s not hurting me.
After an eternity of blissful torture, he moves back to my pussy. He licks and sucks, occasionally biting and circling my clit, until I slam my hands flat against the wall. “Angus, please!”
He chuckles against my quivering flesh and presses two fingers inside me. He twists and curves them, seeking out the fleshy little place he knows will get me where I want to go—and my orgasm rips through me. My hips buck, my toes curl, and my body goes rigid as wave after wave washes over me.
“Now you’re ready,” he says, getting to his feet. He grabs me, and before I realize what he’s doing, tosses me over his shoulder as he stalks to the bed.
“Face to face this time,” I say as he dumps me on the mattress.
“What?” He looks confused for a second.
“You seem to really like doing me from behind—what’s that about? Do you think I’m ugly or something?” I don’t really believe that, but it suddenly feels extremely important to look at him while we do this.
“What?” He gapes at me. “No. Fuck no. I just think not being able to see, and subsequently not knowing what I’m going to do next adds a level of sexual tension… Jesus, Ryleigh—you’re beautiful.” He grips my chin between two fingers and gazes at me. “I fucking love looking at you.”
“Then fucking kiss me like you mean it.”
“You need a little romance with your grit?” He pushes my hair out of my eyes, studying me intently.
“Just a little,” I admit in a hushed whisper.
“I can do that.” He leans down as if he didn’t just get me off against the wall with his mouth. His lips are light, sweet—I might even call them tender. When his tongue slips between the seam of my lips, he’s no longer in a hurry. He’s on his side next to me, resting on one elbow, and he uses his free hand to cup my cheek as he kisses me. Our tongues collide with gentle precision, as if we have all the time in the world, and I melt into him.
His caress can be as soft as the smacks on my ass were rough—and it’s a beautiful dichotomy that sends my arousal right back into overdrive.
I pull at his side, suddenly anxious to have him on top of me.
“Fuck me, Angus. Please. Now. I need you inside me…”
“I thought you wanted me to kiss you?”
“I want you to do both.”