And then he started swirling.
I grabbed his shoulders with a gasp as he began to work his magic. Circling. Pressing. Flicking. Like he’d studied the owner’s manual to my body and memorized every single instruction. All the while, his lips warmed the skin of my neck, my jaw, the sensitive spot behind my ear.
Suddenly, he pulled back and looked me right in the eyes. His gaze was intense, dark with promise.
“I’ve imagined burying myself so deep inside of you, you’ll see stars.” He pushed two fingers inside of me without warning, his lips ghosting into a satisfied smile as my jaw fell open and my head fell back against the wall with a soft thud.
“Ryker …”
A coil grew in my lower core, winding tighter and tighter as he pumped his fingers in and out with devastating rhythm. His thumb circled that sensitive bundle of nerves with perfect pressure. All the while, Ryker read my face like I was his favorite book, watching my lips part as I’d groan, cataloging what made me gasp, what made me clutch him tighter.
“You like that, Warrior?” he asked, his voice rough with his own need.
I nodded, licking my lips.
“Imagine it’s not my fingers inside of you,” he growled, increasing his pace. “Imagine I’m pounding you. Hard and fast. And you’re taking every inch of me.”
I closed my eyes and imagined it. Needed it. Wanted it with a desperation that should have scared me.
Maybe a fling was a very good idea actually. Maybe it was exactly what we both needed.
My thighs began to tremble, that telltale sign that I was close.
“Open your eyes,” Ryker commanded.
I obeyed instantly.
“Good girl. Now keep those eyes on me while you come.”
And I did. I shattered all over his hand, my release crashing through me in waves. His lips curled in satisfied passion, pleased with the orgasm that was consuming me. Through it all, he continued his rhythm, coaxing every last ripple out of me, drawing out my pleasure until I was gasping, limp against the wall.
When he was done, he slowly pulled his fingers out. My core ached at the absence, already missing him, and my mouth watered when he drew those fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
“You’re beautiful when you come, Warrior.”
Holy crap. I’d never had a man care about my release before. The men I’d dated took what they wanted and left. And that was fine. I gave it willingly. My choice. Always my choice.
But I didn’t know there could be more. Didn’t know that a man like Ryker would selflessly make me come apart while he was left with a raging hard-on with nowhere to put it. After all, we didn’t have enough time to take this to the next level.
Did we?
As if on cue, the elevator began to hum its warning that someone was on their way up here, and the mechanical sound cut through our haze like a bucket of cold water.
I couldn’t resist. I blame temporary insanity for what I did next. Pressing my palm against his raging bulge, feeling the impressive length of him strain against his jeans, I whispered, “I wish you’d buried yourself in me.”
Maybe if he had, it would have scratched the itch. And I could stop fantasizing every single moment about Ryker touching me again. Stop wondering what those hands could do with more time, more privacy.
He groaned, pressed his hardness more firmly into my hand, his hips rocking slightly. “Come home with me.”
Like a record scratch, his words burst the fantasy I’d been floatingin.
Sex was one thing. Maybe that’s all he meant. But I got the impression he meant so much more. That I’d go there, and we’d have sex, and then we’d what? Spend the night together? Wake up tangled? Have breakfast? Share coffee and conversation? Breakfast would lead to a dinner invite, which would mean we’d be dating, and was I really ready for that?
I felt like I’d just gotten my footing in life. After everything I’d been through, everything I was building, I couldn’t afford to let myself get distracted or sucked into something that would fail like every other relationship I’d tried.
Because that’s what would happen. This would fail. He’d ask me questions about my past, and—bam—he’d be gone, leaving me more broken than before.
“I can’t.” I pushed him back, giving myself space to think.
