John Wick is cutting his way through the nightclub when Rylee shifts closer to me. At first, I think I’ve imagined it, but then she does it again.
Stretching my arm across the back of the couch, I whisper, “Here, lean back.”
She does, snuggling into my side as I drag a blanket over both of us.
Holy shit… is this really happening? I feel like a teenager again having my first date with a girl. My stomach is fluttering with excitement, and the feeling of having this woman relaxed and tucked against my side is incredible and shocking all at once. She fits in my arms so perfectly, and her body is so soft and lush.
She smells so good… like vanilla and something floral. I’m not sure what, but I like it. I like it a lot.
Suddenly, Rylee adjusts herself and curls her legs up against mine. She’s practically in my lap now. My heart is racing and I can’t resist slipping my hand under the blanket and resting it on my leg next to hers. I let my fingers brush against her knee and wait to see if she moves away. When she doesn’t, I grow a little bolder and run my fingers up the top of her thigh. Her breath hitches, but she still doesn’t move away from me.
I move my fingers up further and she runs her tongue along her bottom lip.
Oh, fuck me.
I reach the bottom of her shorts and stop. This is the line. I can’t go any further without her saying so. She could very easily slap my hand away and tell me to fuck off.
Slowly, she turns to face me, but there’s no anger or disgust in her expression. Her eyes are hooded, her cheeks are pink, and her lips are parted.
“Zander… ”
Before she can get another word out, I take hold of her chin, tilt her face up, and kiss her. It starts slow and soft, but withinmoments, things get hotter. Harder. Rylee moves until she’s straddling my lap, her hands gripping my shoulders.
“Fuck, Wildcard,” I murmur, cupping her ass in both my hands. She grinds down against my cock and we both groan.
“More,” she whimpers. “I want more, Zander.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I stand up, holding her tight, and she wraps her legs around my waist. As our lips move against each other and our tongues tangle, I carry her down the hallway toward the bedroom, leaving John Wick and his path of vengeance behind.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: NO ROOM FOR DOUBT
RYLEE
This is crazy.
I’m still processing the kiss he gave me earlier at the hotel, which was hot and exciting but confusing all at once. There’s something about Zander that keeps pulling me in, no matter how much I try to resist or how pissed off he makes me. I’ve been keeping him at arm’s length, but I don’t want to hold back anymore… at least not for tonight.
It just feels too damn good.
Zander is carrying me to my room, his lips moving against mine in a hungry kiss.
Fuck, he’s strong. He holds me up like I weigh nothing.
So goddamn hot.
We reach the bedroom and he kicks the door open all the way before striding toward the bed. He drops me on the mattress and I let out a surprised gasp as I bounce a little bit.
“Do you know what those shorts have been doing to me?” he growls, reaching down and taking hold of them at the waist. He tugs them down my legs and tosses them aside. “Fucking driving me crazy.”
I grin, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. “Oh yeah? How crazy?”
He cups his hardening cock through his sweatpants. “This give you an idea?”
I tilt my head to the side and make a show of studying him.
“I don’t know… I think I need a closer look. How about you drop those pants and lemme see?”
Smirking, he takes hold of his pants and shoves them down to the floor. He’s not wearing boxer briefs and his cock springs free.
