And yet that’s not enough to make me tear my hands off the woman that monopolizes my every thought.
There were two things he told me the day I came to the De Marco estate.
Keep her safe.
Don’t touch her.
I guess one out of two isn’t so bad.
Chloe’s skin is impossibly soft beneath my calloused hands and I try to will my dick to settle down.
This isn’t about us. It’s about her, and I’m more than happy to take a very cold shower later if it means giving her what she needs.
Maybe that will win me some points toward not being killed when he finds out I put my hands on her if I explain not only did I not fuck her, but I also didn’t even let her touch me.
But who am I kidding? That indicates that this is a one-time thing, and that gets less and less likely by the second.
Because her soft moans are becoming addictive, her skin a vice I could see myself needing just to breathe. And don’t get me started on the trust she stares up at me with.
I can’t remember the last time anyone put their trust in me like this, because I don’t normally allow anyone to get this close.
But no matter how hard I tried to keep my distance, my little siren sang to me, dragging me closer until I couldn’t help myself anymore.
Even if the consequence for my actions is death.
“Ryker.” She moans my name, and I just about come at how pretty it sounds on her lips.
Fuck.
The boss might not get the chance to kill me if she keeps that up.
I use my free hand to tilt her face up, keeping her chin trapped between my fingers. “Answer me.”
Her cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. I want to kiss her so fucking badly, but if I start, I may never stop.
Tasting her will be my downfall, and at least I’m self-aware enough to know that.
“More,” she breathes into the space between us.
I huff out a laugh. “You can do better than that, Siren. Give me your words.”
She sucks in a breath and presses her eyes closed.
Perhaps I shouldn’t push her like this, but I can’t help myself. I’m fucking desperate to hear filthy words fall from her pretty pink lips.
“I need you to make me come.” The words come so quietly I barely hear them, but they’re enough to make my cock throb to the point of pain.
I’m damn glad I changed into sweatpants when we came home because a zipper would be unbearable right now.
I dip my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and drag them through her wet core, tearing a groan from both of us.
She’s fucking soaked, and knowing it’s all for me is enough to have me doubling my efforts, desperate to make her feel as good as I can.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” I murmur against the shell of her ear, using my free hand to hitch her leg higher, giving me more access to her throbbing heat.
“Yes,” she moans, her hips shifting in time with my ministrations.
She’s fucking perfect. I knew she would be. I knew the moment I set eyes on Chloe that she would bring me to my knees. I just thought I was strong enough to deny her.
