Ryo was in my house. His scent filled the room, and yet I still wanted to bury my nose into the crook of his neck and inhale. I was addicted.
Would he get mad if I licked him all over?
Licking meant claiming, and I wanted to claim every fucking inch of his stunning self.
I knew I was getting under his skin.
I knew he liked that I cooked for him.
Cracks were starting to show in his walls, and I couldn’t wait until I broke all of them down.
I had a feeling he would only show his true self and let go when he’d given me the gift of being inside him.
Christ, my cock throbbed at the idea of Ryo with his head thrown back while I thrust into his sweet ass. There would be nothing else on his mind but me. I’d make sure of it.
When Ryo finished, I asked, “Do you want some more?”
He looked from his dish to me and back again, almost like he was surprised he ate it all. “Maybe?”
My lips twitched as I held out my hand for the bowl.
“I can get it,” he told me, jaw clenching.
“I know, but I want to.”
His gaze narrowed on me. “Fine.”
With a smirk, I took his dish and made my way into the kitchen.
I liked this already. Him being in my home. Alone with me. All I had to do was get him to stay for the rest of his life, but I knew that’d be something that’d take a lot of work.
He was worth it, though.
All his prickliness was cute.
Not that I’d tell him that. He’d probably try to stab me.
Back in the movie room, I handed him his bowl and sat back down.
“Thank you,” he grumbled.
“You’re welcome, snook.”
He was too busy eating to reply, but he shot me another dark look before focusing back on the screen.
Hell, I couldn’t even remember the last time I shared my house and time with someone like this. Yeah, I fucked people, but I never took them to my own bedroom. I’d always used one of the other rooms, and that was sparingly too. I preferred going to their place.
But with Ryo, I wanted him in my room. I wanted him sprawled out on my sheets, waiting for me.
He probably thought I’d grow bored of him, but I knew I wouldn’t.
I’d prove it. I’d take it slow like he needed and show him I wasn’t walking away before or after he gave in to what was growing between us.
He’d be mine one day.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked, waving his utensil at the screen. “They just beheaded someone.”
I turned my head his way, grinning. “You been watching me, love?” I leaned toward him, and he drew back. With a chuckle, I rested on my side again and faced the movie. “I was smiling at the thought that one day you’d be mine.”
