He rolled his eyes. “When you put it like that, I agree. My wet dreams are much more imaginative, and for the past several months, they have been nothing but pure torture. If you’re lucky, I might share one or two with you.”
“Your wet dreams?”
“My hot-as-fuck, want-to-get-in-your-pants sex dreams,” he said, cracking a smile. “Don’t think for a minute, I’m satisfied with a hurried fuck between the pallets. I intend to strip you down and devour every square inch of your body.”
Her eyes widened, and she squirmed on the floor. Even in the dimness, the pink of her cheeks couldn’t be missed.
“Ryker!”
“Tell me you haven’t thought of it,” he chided. “Tell me you’re not eager to feel me inside you again. And I definitely want a taste of you, a nice, slow lick of your p—”
“Ryker!”
“What?” he asked, loving what his dirty talk did to her. Loving it because he had barely started to make her squirm.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“That.”
“You mean, tell you how I want to fuck you. How I want to bury my face between your legs and devour your pussy. Or how I want to tease your nipples until they’re tight and hard. Or how I want to get lost for days in those fabulous tits of yours. I plan on exploring every inch of your body and fucking you until you forget your name.”
The skin of his face split with his grin, and he stalked toward her, crouching and then bending down on his knees. He slung the guitar to his back, moving it out of the way.
She scooted back, her eyes wide and brimming with arousal. Her pink lips parted ever so slightly, allowing her breaths to pulse in and out.
He leaned in until his lips hovered kissably close. “Or how about how I want to kiss you and never ever let you go? Or maybe I should tell you about what else I want you to do with your lips. How I can’t wait to see them wrapped around my cock, your eyes locked on mine as I come deep inside you. How about that? Do you think—”
“We can’t,” she said. “It’s too risky.”
“We can, and we will. I plan to do at least some of that later tonight.”
“Ryker…”
“Hey, my barracks might not be private, but yours likely will be. I’m not taking you up against some wall in the darkness. I plan to strip you and enjoy every inch of you with the lights on, and I’m serious about my cock.”
Her brows pinched.
He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “I want you wrapped around me, Tia. It’s all I can think about. You on your knees, me in your mouth.” Reaching down, he adjusted his cock. It throbbed with need, but it was too early to disappear for the night, and he still needed to soothe her nerves. Fucking wouldn’t erase the trauma of the day. It might make her forget for a spell, but music was therapy for the soul. They’d have time to fuck later.
“Now, you’ve got me all riled up and hard as fuck.”
“Need help with that?”
“Yes, but not here,” he said, laughing. “Although I love where your head is. I’m talking about taking a moment to sit back and relax. Besides, we still have to hit dinner before the chow hall closes.”
“You are going to be the death of me, Ryker.”
“Mmm,” he said.
“What?”
“I like hearing my name on your lips.”
A smile brightened her face. “I like saying it, too, but only in private. Around the team, you’re still Lyons.”
“I get it.” He sat across from her and brought the guitar around. “Now, let me show you what I can do with this thing.”
