He laughed and reached over to mirror the slow, languid strokes I was tracing down his cheek. I shivered under the gentle touch of his fingers and bit my lip.
Fuck, that felt good.
“I want to… tosuckyou, too,” he whispered. “I liked doing it. A lot.”
I smiled at him and gave him another gentle kiss.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
“It gets even better, baby. There’s all kinds of things I want to do with you that I think you’ll like.”
He nibbled on his lip, and I swooned as his cheeks flushed red. I fucking loved that his complexion was so prone to blushing. It had become one of my personal missions to make him blush for me as much as possible.
“You look like you have questions.” I chuckled, and his already red cheeks darkened further.
“What kinds of things do you want to do with me?” he asked softly, and I was literally tingling with how cute and unsure he was.
“Well, one of these days, I would love to fuck you.” I kissed him, and he trembled, burying his face in my neck and circling his arms around my waist to pull me closer.
I grinned and wrapped my arms around him in return, holding him tight against me.
“Is that a yes?” I asked, burying my nose into his ginger hair and inhaling. He smelled like Old Spice and Head & Shoulders shampoo.
I’d smelled these scents on many other dudes, including myself, but for some reason, on Ryan, it smelled like fuckinghome.
He nodded his head, his face still crushed into my chest, and I laughed softly.
Pulling back, I curled a finger under his chin and tilted his head up to meet his adorably shy eyes.
“Use your words, baby. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
He squished his eyes closed and groaned, his face officially so red it matched his hair. I just grinned at him and waited.
“I do. I want you to, to f-fuck me,” he whispered, stumbling over the words.
“Good boy,” I crooned, rewarding him with yet another kiss. His lips were so soft and sweet. Like fuzzy peaches. I just wanted to suck on them for fuckingever.
I watched him gather up the courage to look me in the eyes again, and he cleared his throat.
“Tonight?” he asked, and I laughed.
Suddenly such a needy little thing… I’ve officially corrupted him!
Bwahahaha!
Forcing myself to sober, I shook my head. “Not tonight, baby. I have to take Naomi home after dinner.”
I also needed to meet up with Vox and pick up where we left off, but I didn’t say that out loud.
Vox was honestly pretty annoyed with me for how the night had turned out. We’d found Logan’s trailer and shot a gas bomb into it, hoping to lure him out.
But hehadn’tcome out, and I got impatient and busted the door down. Looking back, it was stupid of me. That other guy,Ronan, had been with him, and we’d ended up in a bit of a shoot-out, which is how I got grazed.
Vox yanked me out of there to regroup before I had a chance to kill either of them, but I’m pretty sure I landed a hit on Logan at least. And now we had confirmation that the ex-cop and that tattoo artist were working together, so it wasn’t a total wash.
I, of course, didn’t tell Ryan any of this. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by telling him that I had to‘work’again. I knew he hated it.
