My blood boils and I back her against the wall, moving like a fucking animal.Who the fuck is this guy?I’m growling, chest pounding, shoulders rising as I move my body against hers until the curves of her frame are pressed up against me.
“That virgin pussy is m—” I cut myself off before I make a mistake. I can’t claim her as mine. It’s not right. She’s too young. She’s my best buddy’s baby sister. She’s off limits.
“What were you going to say?” she presses as her chest rises and falls slowly. “Tell me.”
Fucking hell, I want to tell her. I want to ignore every logical responsibility and tell her she’s mine. I want to tell her she belongs to me, and that no one else touches her ever again,but me. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I know the taste they’d leave in my mouth once they’re said.
Apparently, my body doesn’t get the memo because my hand wanders up her back and onto her neck without permission. I will myself to stop but I only grip tighter.
Something is happening. Something primal. Something I can’t control.
My gaze drops to her lips, and I lean in, my heartbeat stumbling as my mouth hovers over hers.
God damn.
Her eyes close, and for a brief second, I swear she tips up onto her toes, our lips brushing together. Neither of us moves.We stay still, suspended in whatever’s happening, like statues under a spell.
Then again, maybe it’s my fucking imagination. Maybe I want her so badly, I’m imagining her lips brushed over mine. I’m imagining her breath is shallow. I’m imagining the yearning in her eyes.
Regardless, I want more. I want to lean in. I want her soft lips against mine. I want to hear the little moan she’ll inevitably make when we finally give in. I want to be the one that takes her virginity, that pops her cherry, that fills up her tight, little womb.
“Last chance to text that guy and tell him the deal is off.”
“You won’t actually kidnap me.” She bites back a slow grin. “You’re grumpy, but you’re reasonable.”
I laugh under my breath, our lips nearly brushing as we speak. “Well, why don’t you try me, trouble. Let’s see how reasonable I am.”
She doesn’t answer, but something that looks like a dare flickers across her face, and I know full well now that I’m going to have to put my money where my mouth is.
Chapter Three
Ivy
You’d think a town this small would make a little noise when they see a young girl on a grown man’s shoulders as she’s hauled down Main Street during late afternoon.
Nope!
Everyone seems to think I like it here. One woman laughed, another smiled, and an old man made a comment about how he used to drag his daughter home from boys’ houses just like this.
Do these people think I look young enough to be this man’s daughter?Gross!
Ryker slides me into his truck and glances toward me with the same sort of look he had on his face back at my apartment. It’s a weird, feral kind of stare that makes me feel seen, claimed, and angry all at once.
It’s a lot like that weird kiss thing that happened a few minutes ago… or whatever that was when his lips got really close to mine and I could feel his breath on my skin.
What was that, and why did I like it?
Ivy, you liked it because he’s a big, rough, masculine giant. Any woman with a pulse would have liked that!
My pep talk only serves to conjure more questions, the biggest and most pressing surrounding Ryker’s possible interest in me. I thought maybe I noticed his cock getting hard when hesaw me naked, but I don’t know. Maybe he had something in his pocket. He’s been known to carry some pretty big bottle openers. Plus, why would he want me? I’m young, inexperienced, and I come with a load of trouble.
Clearly, I’m misinterpreting this whole situation.
“Where are we going?” I roll my head to the side as he climbs up in the driver’s seat, landing his big hands on ten and two. “You know I could open this door and run off whenever I want?”
“You didn’t though.”
“Because I know you’ll catch me and I’m trying to conserve energy,” I lie, knowing full well I’m desperate to see where this goes.
