My eyes narrow on him, “Uh, huh.” I said slowly. I hook my thumb over my shoulder, “I’m gonna go shower now.” Turning to walk towards the bathroom, I look over my shoulder, “And don’t come spying on me, Mr. Inspector Gadget.” That earned me a sexy as fuck wink.
“I make no promises.”
I turn the nob to the shower, and water trickles out from the sprayer. I guess I shouldn’t have expected a five-star shower from a one-star motel. After stripping off my shirt and bra, I toe off my sweats, finding myself commando. Taking in a deep breath, I sigh exaggeratedly through my nose. “Fuck me.” What even happened to my damn underwear?
Lifting my leg to step into the tub, I don’t miss the twinge of pain that radiates up my side. The pain causesme to grunt, and I wrap an arm around my waist to help support myself the rest of the way in. The pain quickly fades once I’m under the hot water, thank God. That jump really did a number on me. I just hope I will heal relatively quickly. My head collapses back as I allow my muscles to relax for a moment and indulge in the heat.
I run my hands through my hair, slowly, but surely saturating it under the spray before I lather it with shampoo and conditioner. My heart gives a little skip as I think about Ryder going the extra mile to ensure I have exactly what I like for my shower. Maybe he does only want what’s best for me. No, that doesn’t excuse his treatment toward me, but after what I just went through, I can understand where he was coming from.
The soft latch of a door snags my attention, and my eyes squint open. This feels like deja vu, and my heart is damn near beating out of my chest. I swallow thickly, but it does no good in relieving the bubble in my throat. “Ry?” I croak. There’s no response, but the shuffle of clothing hitting the floor has those tiny breaths of air coming in quicker till I feel like I may hyperventilate.
“Ry?” I try again.
The curtain slowly draws back, “Shh.” Big forest green eyes and that devilish smirk say as they meet my gaze.
I gasp. “Ryder!” I bristle at his audacity to invade my shower. “Get out!” I snap, my voice barely above a whisper, and it sounds more like a question than a demand.
“You don’t sound too sure about that.” He says coyly.
Tongue in my cheek, I think of a response, but nothingcomes to mind, so I stare at him, dumbfounded. His eyes widen, and he laughs, like really laughs, and the sound hits my soul in a place I didn’t know existed. I want him to leave, but why? My own stubbornness? I like Ryder, but I’m mad at him, and he did hurt me, not physically, but doesn’t it all hurt the same?
His face goes serious again, and my eyes follow his hand as he slowly raises it to my cheek, swiping his thumb over my bottom lip, drawing it down before releasing it. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I can say that enough.” I slowly drag my gaze back up to his, which is still pinned on my mouth. He looks genuinely apologetic, but I don’t know how to respond. Is it okay? “If you really want me to go, I will.” He says as his eyes meet mine once again.
I shake my head, finding I do like his presence. I take a step back, allowing him room to step in. A small, sad smile curves his plump lips, and I want to suck them between my teeth more than I’d like to admit. I trail my eyes over the hard muscle of his shoulders and arms down to his mouth-watering, sculpted abs. Going lower till I see the V that leads to…
“You know, staring isn’t nice.”
My mouth drops open, “I-I wasn’t…”
He coughs a laugh, “You were.”
My mouth snaps shut as I glare up at him. He hooks his finger under my chin and brings his face down to mine, until I can feel the puffs of breath from his mouth on my own, “I’m just messing with you, baby girl. I’m all yours.”
My breath freezes in my lungs. “I didn’t ask you to be.” Idon’t know why I said it, but I kind of regretted it when the hurt flashed across his beautiful face. It was gone as quickly as it came, his voice hardening when he said, “But you got me.”
He steps closer, nudging me back into the hot water. The feel of his chest against the sensitive peaks of my breast sends a wave of goosebumps down my body, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to think about the hard appendage between his legs brushing against my lower belly—failing miserably. I draw my lower lip between my teeth, biting until I taste the coppery tang of blood. I chance a look at him and regret it when I do. He’s leaning over me, both hands pressed against the shower wall behind me. His head tilted back, letting the water cascade down his neck and chest. The droplets hitting his Adam’s apple drew my attention directly to the curve there.
I’m going to blame the nerve currently pulsing between my own legs for what I do next. I stand on my tippy toes and extend my tongue out, slowly lapping up the droplets of water. I feel his body tense beneath my hand, resting on his chest. He inhales sharply and wraps a hand in the hair at my neck.
“Kelsey.” He rasps, and God, I could listen to him say my name like that for the rest of my miserable life.
I shush him with my lips barely touching the skin at his neck, eliciting goosebumps. I smile, biting my lip. “I know this might be a mistake, but…” But what?
“I’ll never say anything is a mistake if it’s with you.” He surmises. I swallow and inhale, thinking that over.
The back of his fingers gently brush over my shoulder, down my arm. His hand wraps around my hip, pulling me impossibly close. My eyes remain fixed on his throat as his head tilts down, looking down at me. Water flows from his black locks of hair. “Are you wet for me, baby?” He smirks knowingly. “I bet you are.”
His hand moves low, causing my breath to hitch. His hand prys my thighs apart as he runs two fingers through my slit, groaning. He brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking them and pulling them out with a pop. “Fucking delicious.”
He drops down to one knee, both hands gripping my hips. My eyes widen, “What are you doing?”
“Shh,” He says, looking up at me with those mesmerizing eyes. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, his mouth opens over my pussy. I groan as his tongue darts out, and he massages my clit perfectly. My legs tremble, and he must notice, because he runs his hand over my thigh to the back of my knee and hikes it up over his shoulder. He works my clit till I’m panting and can feel the muscles in my belly tightening.
“That’s it, baby.” He coos.
My hands go to his wet locks, and my fingers fist as my eyes roll to the back of my head. My release slams into me, causing my knee to buckle. Ryder was quick to grab my hip to keep me from falling. I had no time to recover from my orgasm before he flipped me onto my knees on the shower floor.
“Did you like it when he fucked you?” He growled, and the rumble from his chest was felt through the floor.
