He stops next to the bed, and my fingers automatically tighten on his arms. “Are you mad?”
What a dumb question. I’d stopped asking questions like that to my father years ago. He wasn’t mad, he was just evil. Asking questions like that never helps, it either opens the door for a person to lash out, or to understand that you’re vulnerable because you care.
Ryker’s arms tighten around me. “Why would I be mad, baby?”
“Baby?” That’s a new one. Come to think of it, we’ve gone through a lot of nicknames in a very short time.
He kisses behind my ear then slides his mouth over my jaw and I’m starting to get the impression that he’s not taking me anywhere and he isn’t mad at all.
His lips find mine and he kisses me, with a long slow press of his lips that makes me melt into him.
He opens my mouth, his tongue brushing mine in a way that gets me instantly wet.
Lifting my legs, I wrap them around his waist, pressing even harder against his erection.
His hands come to my ass, grabbing and grinding my pelvis into his. We both groan.
One of his hands slides up my back, wrapping around my neck as he deepens the kiss.
I’m pliant in his arms, my body wrapped around his. I know the attraction I couldn’t even acknowledge at first is taking on a life of its own.
“Sasha,” he says my name against my mouth, his voice rough with an emotion I don’t understand.
“Yes?”
“Know why I called you baby?”
I lift my head to look into his dark eyes. “Why?” The word pops out before I’ve even considered if I want to know the answer.
“Because. You’re mine to take care of, baby.”
“Oh.” I get the single breathy syllable out before his mouth crashes onto mine again, devouring my lips with his own.
It’s a kiss as brutal as the man feels, but it doesn’t intimidate me. In fact, my passion matches his, and as I return the kiss, I slide my hands up his arms and over his neck before I twine my fingers into his hair.
I’ve never felt anything even close to this, and I can’t hold myself back as I roll my hips against him once again, wanting more of how he feels, of the spark he creates.
He groans and I swallow the sound, digging my fingers deeper into his scalp, before he shifts my weight and I find my back on the bed, his body pressing me into the mattress.
It feels even better than when we were standing and I lock my ankles around his waist, pulling him closer still.
I’ve been afraid of intimacy most of my life.
I didn’t experience much physical touch, and I don’t always read people well, so I was worried I wouldn’t understand when I was in danger.
But now that I’m here, I can’t get enough.
I can’t…
Get. Enough.
I want more and I pull at his hair, using his scalp as leverage to rub myself along the hard ridge of his shaft.
He lifts up and I yank the strands in protest, trying to bring him back down against me.
His mouth curves into a wicked grin. “I need to take off some of your clothes, baby, and mine.”
My eyes widen as I get the picture and start tugging at my dress, wiggling the tight fabric over my head. He lets out a lowchuckle as he grabs the hem, pulling hard enough that I hear the fabric rip.
