Page 89 of Hate To Love You

How the hell did he get in? As if reading my mind, Ryker moves his gaze from the hand grasping my towel to my face.

“Haley let me in,” he explains, his voice low and hungry. “She was watching TV in the living room.”

I thought everyone was in bed, but apparently not. I should have known Haley would still be up. I swear I don’t know when that girl sleeps. She stays up for hours during the night, and I don’t know how she does it. I practically fall asleep as soon as my head hits a pillow.

“Oh,” I squeak, because apparently, I’ve lost the ability to say anything else.

“Come here,” he orders in a gravelly voice that makes my clit pulse.

Taking a step toward him, he holds a hand up to stop me. I halt in my tracks, narrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

“Towel off,” he demands. Oh my god. If I had panties on, they’d surely drop.

Letting go of my grasp on the towel, it falls to the ground, pooling around my feet. My arms instinctively wrap around my chest, feeling self-conscious about being on full display as I stare at the ground, my usual confidence gone out the window.

“No,” Ryker’s deep voice says. I look up to meet his scrutinizing gaze. His eyebrows are pulled together, and he looks disappointed. “Don’t hide from me, Rebel.”

Hesitantly, I unfold my arms, giving Ryker a full view of my breasts. My nipples pebble from the cold and from the starved look in Rykers eyes. Oh, I’ve missed him.

“Crawl to me,” the seductive tone of his voice sends a tingle down my spine. I can’t help the way my eyes widen at his command.

“What?” my voice is barely a whisper as I struggle to even come up with words. A small smirk plays on his lips as he watches my confused expression.

“Crawl to me, Guinevere. Get down on your hands and knees and crawl to me.”

I blink. This is not how I was expecting this to go. I’ve never crawled to any man, ever. And if it were anyone else, I’d probably tell them to fuck right off. But my God, the way Ryker is looking at me right now, I’d do anything for him.

Slowly, I bend down and get to my hands and knees. I begin to move toward him, fully aware of my nakedness. This is so completely demeaning, but I can’t even bring myself to care right now.

When I make it to the side of my bed, Ryker sits up, careful to not strain his injury, and throws his legs over the side, spreading them so I can fit between them.

I sit on my legs, kneeling in front of a fully clothed Ryker, waiting for his next demand. His hand reaches out and cups my chin gently, the features of his face softening.

“So fucking perfect,” he mutters in a low, sexy tone. I’m so wet. I can already feel the slickness coating my inner thighs, and he hasn’t even touched me yet

Putting some pressure under my chin, he forces me to stand, pulling me into him by my waist.

Ryker eyes my breasts before taking one into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on my already hard nipple. My head falls back and I let out a soft moan. I’ve missed him. I’ve missed this.

He releases it with a pop before lightly kissing the other one. Looking back up at my face, Ryker grins, and it makes my whole body tingle. He’s gorgeous, and he knows it.

Pulling me onto his lap to straddle him, I can feel his hard erection through his joggers as it rubs against my naked flesh.

The friction alone makes me want to combust before we’ve even started.

“I missed you,” he says, trailing light kisses across my collarbone and up my neck. My hands tangle in his hair as I lean my head to the side to give him better access.

Ryker pulls my face to his and within a moment, our lips are together, and my nerve endings are on fire. His warm tongue dips into my mouth and I didn’t realize how much I was craving him. His taste, his smell, his touch.

He maneuvers us so that I am flat on my back, and he is on top of me.

“Ryker, your ribs. You shouldn’t be lifting me,” I tell him, worry laced in my otherwise soft tone. He really shouldn’t be doing any strenuous activities while he’s healing. It’ll just make it worse.

Ryker chuckles lowly. “I’m fine, Rebel.”

“Why do you call me that?” I ask, hoping he’ll finally give me an answer this time instead of blowing off the question like he’s done every time before.

He sighs, shaking his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

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