His leg shifts and that’s when I realize that my leg is wound around his, our skin sliding against each others, the throbbing space between my legs pressed against his outer thigh.
And the movement of his leg…
It creates this beautiful pulsing ache. He squeezes my ass again, creating more pressure and I gasp before I can hold it in.
I’m only in a thong, the T-shirt I’m wearing—his T-shirt—has ridden up to just below my breasts.
I swear his palm engulfs one entire cheek of my ass, as he squeezes again. That’s when I realize that I’m completely wet and likely leaking all over his leg.
Jesus, that’s messed up.
I jolt away, rolling toward the edge of the bed. Sitting up, the fabric falls back down over my hips but not before he gets a show.
I spring off the bed, bolting for the bathroom. Once I’m inside, I close the door, clicking the lock.
What just happened? How could I let myself…
I press myself against the back of the door.
“Sasha?” he rumbles, clearly standing on the other side of the door.
“I’ll be right out,” I squeak, sinking to the floor.
“There is nothing wrong with touching your husband while you’re sleeping. It’s expected, desirable even.”
“Desirable?” I croak. Because I know that this is not desirable. I need to keep my head, but my body is taking over.
“Come back to bed, Princess. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”
“Doing what again?” I ask, pushing up from the floor and off the door to cross to the sink and splash water on my face.
“Shopping. You need clothes.”
That makes me stop midway across the bathroom. “You’re going to take me shopping?” I don’t know what I thought. Of course, I’m not going by myself. I don’t do anything alone.
“I’m your husband,” he answers simply. “Last time I checked, shopping with your wife was one of the duties.”
I cross back to the door, turn the knob and open the door.
He stands on the other side in nothing but boxer briefs, his powerful arms crossed over his massive chest.
He looks large, intimidating, and gorgeous. “You’re going to take me shopping?”
“I already told you, Princess. You’re mine to take care of.”
And then he reaches out, wraps his hands around my ass, and pulls my body into the cradle of his.
I don’t resist as my skin slides against his, his warmth wrapping around me. I swear, the combination of his scent and the feel of his skin slows my heart rate, making me relax in ways I haven’t in years.
It’s the strangest mixture of contentment and excitement as my fingers fan out on his bare chest.
I shouldn’t enjoy his touch like this. He’s a temporary addition to my life with a definite end date.
And it isn’t like he feels any real affection for me. He’s obligated to be my protector, nothing more.
But obligated from Ryker feels far better than the derision my father didn’t hide.
Maybe, just maybe, my fortunes are finally turning around.
