“What the fuck, Kara?”
My spine tenses from the unfamiliar sound of his anger. When I lock eyes with the noble born man who was once in succession to rule over my mortal world, I can only laugh. A bubbling, awkward sound of amusement.
His right palm is gripping the hard length of his shaft, his pants pushed low on his cut, lean hips. The lady-like part of me is screaming for me to look away and feign shyness, but the dominant cock-lover in me is simply cheering on the eager attention I’m giving every solid inch of him.
I shouldn’t laugh. The worst thing you can do is laugh at a man’s … manhood. But a nervousness is filling my body the longer I stand here and it’s pushing out of me in the form of anxious laughter.
“Fucking knock next time.” He shoves his length harshly beneath the thin material of his boxers and my eyes finally clench closed like a child.
Out of sight out of mind, right?
No, no that doesn’t seem to apply here.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware you were entertaining yourself during the five seconds I left you alone. Gods above, do you have no self-control?”
I should shut my mouth, this is already awkward.
“Are you serious right now?” he says, his arms falling to his sides as he pins me with a hard glare. His bare chest rises and falls in time with the tic of his jaw.Shit. Knew I shouldn’t have opened my big mouth.“Us being shoved together is making me crazy. It’s fucking with my head. So, yeah, I’m jerking off. Either get the hell out or shut the damn door.”
My mouth parts, trying to process a shitty response to his irrational anger.
Nothing. I got nothing.
So, I do the one thing I really want to do right now.
My back presses against the door as I slowly push it closed, my eyes held on his as I lean there across the room from him. It clicks closed with a quiet sound. The simple sound sets my nerves into a panicked firing that has absolutely everything to do with the hungry look in Ryder’s wide gaze.
The air sparks between us, crackling into something fueled and charged with a growing tension that’s pressing into me.
His tongue sneaks from between his lips, wetting his mouth as if he’s the thirstiest man alive. And still I stand here, planted firmly against the door as we simply stare at one another.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Until he makes the first, decided move. His palm skims against the smooth panes of his lower stomach, his long fingers slipping beneath the gray band of his boxer briefs. His attention never leaves my face and for a moment I can’t look away from the crystal-like color of his hooded eyes.
My gaze falls slowly just as he pulls the hard length of his dick out, his big hand wrapping loosely around it. My throat goes dry and my legs shake, making me lean against the solid metal door even more.
The way he watches me as his hand strokes up and then slowly down sets a fire blazing through my core. Every muscle in his perfect body is strung taut, tensing with the fluid movements of his palm. Faster he strokes, his jaw clenching as he studies me.
The defined muscles of his arms are shadowed by the dim lighting, casting his perfect body into dark angles and beautiful lines.
My thighs shift, a wetness soaking through my panties as I keep myself planted safely against the door.
Behind my back, my fingers curl into my palm as I try to imagine the smooth feel of his hardness against my skin. Again, my thighs shift as I imagine the soft feel of his length teasing my clit.
“Fuck,” he groans and with another jerking pull of his impressive cock, his body tenses entirely. His eyes finally close as white come begins to slip across the back of his knuckles.
A humming noise sighs through me as my head leans back against the door. When his eyes open, landing hard on me, I realize how fast I’m breathing. The feel of his gaze drifting across my skin tingles all through me.
Once more my boots move slightly, making the metal creek beneath my nervous movements. Finally, I clear my throat and look away.
“I—” I pause as he picks up a hand towel and rubs it across the head of his dick. Fuck, my train of thought is not faring well during this moment. “I think we should probably talk about our friendship.”
Friendship. I’ve said that word more times than I can count over the last few days.
