It only makes things worse.
I groan.
Ryker sucks in a breath. Then, his lips crash down onto mine. A powder keg of explosions goes off up and down my skin. My hands are suddenly all over him, grabbing at his shirt, his face, and his hair. His hands are gentler, avoiding the areas I’ve been hurt.
It turns me into lava. Flowing throughout my veins.
I tilt my head to get a better angle on the kiss and thrust my tongue into his mouth.
Ryker tastes sweet and spicy. I cannot get enough of him.
He moans into my mouth, his hands finding the hem of my shirt. When he slides his palms up my ribs, he discovers I left the bra upstairs.
His dick twitches against my belly.
I can’t help but smile as I kiss him harder, forking my hands through his silky hair.
I pull back slightly to take a breath. “I knew it.”
Ryker blinks a few times to clear the sex cloud. “Knew what?”
“I knew gripping your hair in my hands would be hot as hell,” I half-whisper. “So sexy.”
Then, his lips are back on mine for another bruising kiss.
“More,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Yes,” I pull back again. “Yes. More. All.”
Ryker picks me up, mindful of my gunshot.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries us to the primary bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time.
He gently sits me on the comforter. “Kitten.”
“Yes, Ryker?” I smirk.
His eyes darken again. His face tilts down toward me. Dark hair frames his chiseled features. “I’m about to strip you down and take my time admiring your body like I couldn’t do in the shower.”
I raise an eyebrow. “And?”
He bites his lip. “And. Fuck you until you pass out.”
“Fucking caveman,” I sniff.
Ryker places his hands on either side of my legs and leans his entire body over mine. His mouth inches away from me. That spicy smell from his stupid-sexy body is so intoxicating. I lean closer for a good whiff and close my eyes to appreciate it.
“I’m waiting.”
My eyes whip open. “Waiting for what.”
“You to say the magic word.”
I pretend to think about it. “Orgasms?”
He presses closer. “Try again.”
“Pussy?”
