“Not now,” I hissed.
“Obviouslynot now, but when he’s gone, we need to discuss this.”
My blood was boiling. I was so hurt and fucking angry with him. I wasn’t ready to have a productive conversation.
“I said not now.”
Jet was already on his way back with the broom and a dustpan. I gave him what I hoped was a normal smile, and Riddick darkened further.
“You better not let him touch you,” he growled, and my eyebrows flew up in surprise.
He thought I was what… gonna hook up withJet?Five seconds after I found out that the man I thought I was in love with had been lying to me for months?
I’d barely been able to get out of bed this morning, let alone think about fucking someone else.
“Your fan club was right. You really are fuckingridiculous!”I hissed, and Jet glanced at me, looking confused.
“You say something, surf star?”
I shook my head and rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, forcing out a laugh.
“Nah, I was just saying that the draft in here is ridiculous. Stuff’s falling off counters all the time.”
“Oh… that’s super strange. All the windows are closed,” he said, though he didn’t sound like he was actually suspicious. He was just making an observation as he started to sweep up the mess Riddick had made.
Riddick walked up to me, leaning in close enough that I was flooded with his scent. I could almost taste the salt on his skin and feel the energy radiating off of him. My whole body reacted to his presence, like he was the sun and I was a flower starved for warmth. It took everything in me not to close my eyes and breathe him in.
The memory of his hard body lying on top of mine while he murmured my name over and over again, his fingers exploring every inch of my exposed flesh.
How his scorching lips felt as he worshipped my throat. My chest. My abs. Mycock…
The way he always shook and quivered through that first thrust, like being inside me was so fucking good he could barely hold himself back.
The rough sound of his voice when he told me he loved me and that he was proud of me…
How almost every time he touched me, it felt like it was this huge, monumental thing. Like I’d found something safe and permanent. Something that wasmine.
How the fuck could he not be alive?
Why was this happening to me?
“Have your little lesson with him, but if he lays a finger on you, I’ll do a lot more than break a fucking lamp,” he growled, and my skin sheeted with goosebumps.
“Be back home for dinner so we can talk.”
I couldn’t risk Jet hearing a response, so I just glared at him, and he snarled.
“Is that clear,surf star?Nod if it is.”
I narrowed my eyes but nodded, not wanting him to make even more of a scene. He glared at me for a long moment before turning on his heel. I winced as he slammed the front door open and stormed out onto the beach.
“What the shit was that?!” Jet yelped, spinning to face the door Riddick had left swinging on its hinges.
“Uhh, told you. The draft is crazy. That door blows open all the time.”
“Huh…” Jet scratched the back of his head, eyeing the door like he wanted to tighten its hinges.
I shrugged, giving him one of my best dimpled smiles, hoping to distract him.
