Page 39 of Keep Me

While I wish I could lie like this all morning, I know we need to get up soon for their practice this morning. I attempt to move his arm off me, but it’s like trying to move a block of concrete. Ryker pulls me in closer in response, nuzzling his nose in my hair. I bask in the feel of him being this close, but the rational part of my brain keeps telling me I need to stop living in this fantasy. He comforted me last night and said things he probably didn’t even mean.

Like calling me his and whatnot. It was in the moment and he must have long forgotten about it by now, right?

“Don’t leave,” he gruffs.

I move my body to turn to face him, and he lets me, slightly loosening his hold on me.

His dark blue eyes drop to my lips, then flick up to meet my own, a shade darker than before. The same shade from the night at the football house where I thought he was going to kiss me but didn’t.

“Ryker.” My voice is hoarse from sleep and need as my eyes move from his lips to his eyes, noticing a storm brew within them.

“Fuck it,” he growls then closes the distance between us.

His hand covers the nape of my neck as he pulls my face up to his. I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging as his lips dip down to mine. They’re so soft and careful, the opposite of this man above me.

I feel his kiss down to the tips of my toes, a jolt of joy and passion so vibrant that I could light a whole country with it. His full lips mold perfectly with mine as he kisses me deeply, longingly.

If this were a fairytale, there’d be a sweet instrumental playing in the background and cheers from the audience. It’s one of those kisses. One I’ll never forget because of how sweet he’s being. From the gentleness of his hold on me to the way his lips move so reverently over mine.

A deep rumble emanates from his chest that makes me whimper and my mouth parts. He takes the opportunity and dips his tongue into my mouth expertly, giving me the perfect amount.

I tighten my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to me. Ryker takes the hint, moving so that he’s on top of me, not once breaking our kiss, and my legs wrap around his waist.

He breaks the kiss at that. “Is this okay? I don’t know what you’re good or not good with yet,” he murmurs with his forehead against mine. He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear while waiting for my answer.

“Everything feels good with you,” I tell him. “But let’s take it slow, please.”

“Whatever you want, princess. You tell me to stop at any point and I will, got it?”

“Mhm, now kiss me again, please.” I bite my lip to hide my smile, but fail miserably.

Ryker obliges, lowering his head down as his lips press against mine. He kisses me slowly and sensually, making me writhe underneath him.

He rocks his hips, rubbing his now hard cock against my covered pussy, then pulls back to look at me to make sure it’s okay. I grab him by the back of the neck and tug him back down to me while grinding up against him in search of some friction, letting him know I’m definitely okay with this. More than okay.

Ryker’s lips move down my jaw until he reaches my neck, where he plants kisses much like the ones he did on my lips.

“Putain,” I moan, feeling the wetness between my thighs just by him kissing me in just the right spot on my neck.

Ryker’s lips travel downward, kissing the skin just below my clavicle, then over the thin strap of my tank top. His teeth yank on the strap, and my core hums in excitement that he’s going to take it a step further, until he doesn’t.

“What are you doing? Don’t stop,” I breathe out, searching his eyes that have turned the darkest shade of blue I’ve seen on him.

“You have no idea how badly I want to see you, all of you, especially those fucking piercings that have been in my fantasies since I first noticed them at the tattoo shop.”

I begin to shrug my strap off, when his hand covers mine, stopping me. I frown at him, suddenly feeling rejected.

“No, baby, I do want you.” His jaw clenches as he prepares for his next words. “If I start, I won’t be able to stop until your legs are shaking and your cum is soaking my beard. But I think we need to talk first.”

I gasp at his words, loving how filthy yet sweet he can be. However, he’s right, we should talk about what this is before we move forward.

“Okay. I know we just kissed and said some things last night, but you can take it back if you didn’t mean it,” I start, my romantic heart hoping for the best while also trying to remain practical at the same time.

His brows pull taut, that scowl I’ve come to love taking residence on his face. Ryker lies beside me, then wraps his arm around me, resting it on my lower back as he pulls me into him. I rest my palm on his chest, while I prop myself up with my other hand, resting my chin on it.

“I meant what I said,” he states, his eyes roaming over my face with…I don’t even know because my heart is beating too loudly in my ears for me to think.

“Then what does that mean? Only mine, as in…?” I trail off, too shy to voice it out loud.

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