Because I really didn’t want to let go.
Chapter 9
Mercy
Who knewthat Ripley Murdock was the holy grail of orgasms?
A little beep started.
God, no. How was it already time?
“What the hell is that?” He murmured against my neck.
“My alarm.”
“Cake time?”
I groaned. “Yes.” I sat back on his very firm thighs. “I told you we only had a few minutes.”
He cupped my face. “Worth it.”
My heart stuttered in my chest. “Rip.”
He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “I’d do it again.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that. When I’d sought him out, I figured this was just going to scratch the itch. I wasn’t used to being a slave to my hormones, but for once I actually wanted to see what it was like.
Tens across the board.
Holy hell, this man was potent.
And I’d only gotten some heavy petting.
My secondary alarm started bleating off the floor. My phone had fallen out of the little pocket of my shawl. “Shit, shit, shit.”
I fought with the straps of my bra and he stilled my fingers. He shifted the lace and pulled it up and tucked me into the cups gently. Dear God, maybe even reverently.
My mouth dried.
I shouldn’t get messed up over this man.
I pushed his fingers away and struggled back into my dress then pushed my hair out of my eyes. “How freshly fucked do I look?”
That cocky grin was back. “Thoroughly. I can’t wait to see what you look like after I actually get inside you.”
I blew out a breath. “Okay, you need to behave.”
He leaned back against the ragtop and gripped the tops of my thighs. “No chance of that now that I’ve tasted you.” He smiled and lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking the tips. “My fingers are still wet from you.”
“Okay are you trying out for one of those women’s apps where the dude talks dirty?”
He barked out a laugh. “No. Why? Do they get you off?”
I wasn’t answering that. My version of porn was none of his business.
The fact that he talked dirty so well when most men sounded like an idiot—well, beyond the professional ones I’d listened to—was just another tick in the unfair column.
This was just supposed to be a quick…whatever. I don’t even know.
