The contrast seared my nerve endings, making me more pliable in his embrace.
More reckless.
As his lips did wicked things to my self control, my own wrapped around his thumb. He shuddered behind me, body covering mine and trapping me in his warmth.
“You enjoy breaking my calm, don’t you?” He muttered and added a second finger. My tongue swirled around them both, eliciting another groan from him. “This is a game to you. And you love winning.”
I moaned past his fingers as his hand fisted my dress, drawing it up until the slit opened at my hips, exposing my backside. Tempting fate–and, yes, his calm–I leaned my elbows on the table, arching my back, eliciting a stuttered, growled inhale from him that stroked my pride.
My lips let go of his fingers with a pop as I looked back at him over my shoulder with a challenging tilt to my brows, as he played with my control, and I played with his. He was right, we did make our own rules–at least when it came to this blazing desire between us.
The rest of the world could halt for one damn moment and let us just be. We’d closed the door on the Commander and Huntress, who were probably listening and judging. Knowing this would change everything.
Damn them both right now.
“You’re such a brat.” He fisted the hem of my dress, now pooled around my waist, as his large palm slid up my leg, resting on my left cheek. “My brat. You know what happens to brats?”
I arched my back, licking my lips. “They face the consequences.”
“Such a smart woman. That’s what I love about you.” He kissed my temple, hand kneading my sensitive flesh. “You worked really hard for these consequences, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” I dug my nails into the table, my entire body on fire.
“Not rewarding such an effort would be rude of me.”
“Very rude.” I stretched further on the table, veins flooded with excitement.
“Far be it from me to disappoint. And you won’t disappoint me either, will you?” He sucked on my pulse point, drawing out a mewl from me I’d never heard and definitely wasn’t aware I was capable of producing. “You’ll count each stroke, yes?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
He kissed my temple once more. “Good girl.”
His palm lifted off my heated flesh. My entire body tensed in anticipation as I felt the air rush against my skin and–
The moan ripping at my throat startled me awake as the dream fractured.
I sat up with a flinch, sweat pooling at the base of my collarbone. The sheets tangled my legs, pressing along my skin in the same line Ryker had caressed in my dream.
I’d finally managed to fall asleep, only to lock myself back in that dining room with him. My eyes jumped to the closed door between our beds.
Had he heard me?
More heat rose in my cheeks.
Gods, if he’d known what I’d imagined him doing to me–
I placed my hand on the base of my neck, in a poor imitation of where his had pressed against me. I tried to quiet my heart, to no use. It still raced, as if still trapped between the table and his body
Only a dream, Vegheara. Nobody needs to know.
But I did–and I could swear I felt the ghost of his hand on my ass, as if he’d been right there with me.
Chapter 30
Allie
“The stones.” Ryker heaved the wooden crate onto my doorstep with a grunt. The damn thing must have been heavy, because it thumped onto the floor with a thick thud, the wood creaking under the strain. The joints trembled, on the brink of splintering and flooding the hallway.
