CHAPTER 8
RYKER
Fuck me.
Her lips are so damn soft. As my tongue tangles with hers our kiss starts to take on an edge of desperation. But I’m sure as fuck not going to push her or use the chemistry between us, which even she can’t deny existing, to get her into bed. Not yet.
Later?
You better fucking believe I’m going to capitalize on the way her body melts against me. Our bodies are pressed so closely together that I can feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest. I want to wrap my lips around them and suck until she’s a mess and begging for my cock.
We’re both panting when I pull back; it’s the most difficult thing I’ve ever done in my life.
My phone goes off, but I already know it’s an update and if it was urgent then they’d be at my door. That’s just how it is. Would I want to kill them because I finally have my hands on my woman?
Yes, but I wouldn’t. Not kill them anyway.
“You took photos of me?” My voice breaks slightly as I ask the question, something washing over me that feels an awful lot like hope.
“Maybe, one or two?” The way she looks up at me from underneath her lashes and poses it more like a question than an answer has a smile growing on my lips, slow and sure of something that has my heart pounding in my chest.
Ezra Lyons wants me.
It’s something and you better fucking believe I’ll let her have me until she falls for me. Then I’ll be able to keep her as mine.
I brush my nose against hers and her body shudders.
“You took photos of me,” I rasp the words, my breath fanning over her lips.
“Now you’re blushing. I wonder if it’s because of the photos or if there’s another reason.
Like,” I pause as if I’m considering my next words, “maybe you’ve looked at my photos and buried your fingers inside your pretty pussy. ”
My words are pure sin and Ezra gasps and jerks in my arms. I hold her steady and when she doesn’t step away from me, one hand slides around her hip to hold her against me as the other cups the back of her head.
Her body relaxes into my hold. The trust she’s put in me, the way she surrenders, has my cock leaking in my fucking boxers.
Damn it.
I’m not some fucking teenager copping a feel for the first time. But this woman does something to me I can’t explain. I crave more of it, and I have a feeling I’ll never get enough of her or this feeling.
Her eyes search mine. I’m not entirely sure what she’s looking for, but I can admit that I hope she finds it.
“There’s something you don’t know,” the words tumble from me, and her eyebrows pull together in question and confusion. “You might have taken some photos of me, but I’ve been keeping an eye on you for years, Ezra.”
“What?” She exhales the question more than asks it, but I don’t see fear in her eyes.
“I told myself it was because of who your dad is,” I admit.
Something like resignation steals some of the light from her eyes and I find myself shaking my head slowly, the words falling from my lips as a confession, “But that was bullshit. It was you. You capture the light wherever you go and I’ve only been able to catch glimpses from a distance. ”
“You’ve been keeping an eye on me?”
One side of my mouth curls up. “Yeah,” I say it casually, like it’s silly for anything else to be the answer. “Usually, you slip away before I can get a good look, before I can even see what shirt you’re wearing,” I tease her.
A laugh tumbles from her lips. “Ryker,” there’s censorship in her tone.
“What?” I glance down at her lips. “It’s true. You have damn good shirts, Teach. I get a kick out of them.”
She glances down at her take on history repeating itself and looks back up at me with the sweetest smile on her face.
“I should probably tell you not to stalk people,” her nose scrunches up adorably with her words.
“I’m not sure I would refer to it as stalking. I keep an eye on a lot of people,” I admit and her face falls slightly, “it’s part of the job description, but with you it was always different. No matter the reasons I made up in my head.”
“Shut up,” she mutters before pulling me down to her while tipping up on her tiptoes.
This time she kisses me.
The press of her lips is tentative at first, like she’s asking a question she’s not sure she wants to know the answer to yet.
But then she sighs and it’s like something breaks inside of her.
When her tongue slides along my bottom lip, asking for entrance instead of taking, my fingers tighten their grip on her and I take over.
I kiss her slowly and savor her taste. We explore each other and my knees buckle a little when she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. The giggle that comes out of her shouldn’t be sexy, but I don’t think I’ve heard anything hotter.
“Ryker,” she moans.
I was wrong.
So fucking wrong.
Hottest sound so fucking far.
My cock throbs behind the fly of my jeans and she grinds her body against mine. The way she gasps tells me she can feel just how much I want her.
“I want you, Ezra,” I growl against her lips.
She pulls back and looks up at me her hands sliding over my shoulders and then down my chest. I don’t even try to stop the way I shudder with her touch.
“If you let me have you,” the words feel like they’re being ripped out of me, “you better be ready, because you’ll be mine for as long as this lasts. I don’t share and I won’t fucking stray either,” my voice is firm.
What I don’t tell her is that I’m fairly sure as ‘long as this lasts’ will be until death takes us. I don’t think she’s ready to hear that and she shouldn’t be. Fuck; I don’t think I’m ready to say those words.
I’m also not going to play games and hide my intentions.
“You want me?” She rasps the question and my heart starts pounding in my chest.
I run my hands up and down her spine and along her ribs. Her breathing deepens as I nod slowly.
“I want you,” she whispers, the words fall between us. “You should definitely take me, Prez.”
Something inside me snaps with her words and I grunt, “Fuck yes.”
After taking a step back from her, even though I hate it, I grip the bottom of her t-shirt to pull it up and off her body.
She gasps before giggling and the sound breaks some of the tension between us as I pull my cut off and hang it on the back of the door.
She watches me, her head tilted slightly like she’s just now understanding the weight of the leather when it’s on my shoulders. Or the reverence we show it.
To others it’s just fabric. To us it’s so much more.
She kicks her shoes off, but when she reaches for the button of her shorts, I make a sound in the back of my throat and she stills.
“You don’t get to take away my chance to undress you, Ezra,” my words are a rumble and come from some feral place in my soul. The place that wants to strip her, to watch as every inch of her skin is uncovered to satisfy my hungry gaze.
Her hands drop to her sides, and I eat up the vision of her half-undressed in front of me. Her tits are barely contained in her purple lace bra, and I can see her hard nipples behind the fabric. My mouth fucking waters as I look at her.
I reach back and grip the neck of my shirt pulling it forward and off my body. When it hits the floor, Ezra’s eyes go wide. “Holy fucking shit,” she mutters the words as her eyes roam over my chest.
When I chuckle, her eyes dart up to mine before looking at my chest again. “Like what you see?”
“Uh,” she sounds pained, “yeah. You have a lot of tattoos. I kind of want to taste them.”
My head tips back and I bark out a long laugh. I think she curses and reminds herself to keep her inside thoughts inside, but I barely hear her.
I step closer to her, and my hands grip her hips before sliding up her ribcage. “Your skin is so soft,” I praise her.
My hands slide around her back and I unclasp her bra. When it falls to the floor, I lick my lips as I take in the sight of her naked breasts. I cup them and squeeze slightly, testing the feel of them in my hands.
The gasp that comes out of Ezra falls into a moan as her hands clutch my shoulders. The way her nails dig into my skin lights a fire inside of me. It ravages me from the inside out. I bury my face in her neck and kiss her skin, moving down to her collarbone.
“You with me, Teach?”
She nods as I start to kiss down her body. As much as I want to suck one of her hardened nipples into my mouth, I bypass both of her perfect tits, kissing between them until I’m met by her waistband while I kneel at her feet. I look up at her and arch one eyebrow.
“Yeah,” there’s a needy edge to her voice, “I’m with you, Ryker.”
The way she says my road name, it grates against me. I think I hate it.
I grunt, “Titus. You’re going to call me Titus when we’re alone and definitely before I slide inside of your tight pussy and claim you as mine.”
Her fingertips run over the top of my head, my hair buzzed too short for her to be able to hold on to a damn thing. “You want me to call you by your name? Not your road name?” She asks the questions with words filled with awe and more than a little surprise.
When I slide the tip of my nose along the edge of the denim still hiding her from me, her skin breaks out into goosebumps. I flick the button open, unzip the fly, and start to pull them down her legs. The reveal is slow and worth the fucking wait.
Teasing her, my fingertips barely gliding along her legs, I demand, “Say it.”
“Titus,” her sweet voice wraps around my name.
My eyes squeeze shut and I lean my forehead against her belly. She lets the quiet wrap around us for a moment, her hands gliding down the back of my head.
“I gotta say,” she teases, “there’s something quite intoxicating about you being on your knees for me.” She tilts her head to the side, a challenge flashing in her eyes. “Would you crawl for me, Prez?”
I nip at her skin, and the action pulls a breathy moan from her lips. “I’ll gladly crawl for you, Ezra.”