Page 77 of Filthy Hot

“I’ve been so worried about you. I heard about you being kidnapped or something. Sal’s has been closed. It’s been all over town,” she hisses against the shell of my ear.

“I’m okay,” I say without giving her any details.

She takes a step backward, gripping my biceps as she does. Her nails dig slightly into my arms as her eyes search mine for a moment. “You’re not okay,” she states. “What you’ve been through, it’s traumatizing.”

“I wasn’t hurt,” I murmur.

She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter,” she snaps. “Getting kidnapped is traumatizing. You were taken without any clue of what would happen to you. I honestly don’t know how you’re standing right here in front of me.”

She’s rambling, probably something she does when she gets nervous. It’s cute. I give her a small smile. I don’t dare tell her that I was actually kidnapped twice. I don’t think she could handle it.

Ophelia clears her throat, and her lips twitch into a smirk. “Although, I guess if you were to be taken, having that man beside you would make for a nice recovery.”

Turning my head, I look over my shoulder to see Rider standing at the motel room door, leaning against the jamb. His arms are crossed over his chest. His eyes find mine, and he’s wearing a smirk on his lips.

Hot.

He looks like sex on a stick.

“It does make things easier,” I whisper.

Ophelia laughs softly. “Go to your man. We’ll have breakfast tomorrow morning, catch up,” she whispers.

I give her a whispered, "Okay," then, as if I’m in a trance, without taking my eyes off of him, I walk straight for Rider. He doesn’t move, his gaze focused on me and only me. I’m not sure there is anything else in this world right now. If there is, I can’t hear or see anything.

As soon as I’m close enough, he reaches down and wraps his arms around me before he picks me up and backs into the motelroom. With his boot, he kicks the door slammed shut and carries me straight to the bed.

Slowly, he lays me down, his body above mine, his eyes on my own. “Kyle,” he rasps.

“Rider,” I respond.

He chuckles. “Fuck me, baby. I have a hell of a lot to make up to you. To prove to you that I can be the man you deserve.”

Before I can respond, his mouth slams down against mine—he kisses me. It’s hard and wet, his tongue slipping into my mouth, swirling and tasting every inch of me. It’s heaven and perfection all at the same time.

CHAPTER

THIRTY

GNAW

When I break the kiss,Kyle’s lids are heavy as she looks up at me. Fuck me, she’s beautiful, this woman who should run far,faraway from me. Her tongue peeks out and slides across her swollen bottom lip.

I slide my hand beneath her shirt and glide it up her body and over her head before I toss it to the floor. She’s braless, something I hadn’t realized before. “Kyle,” I groan, my gaze fixated on her tits. “You didn’t wear a bra this whole time?”

She hums, her arms wrapping around my shoulders before I feel her nails drag up the flesh of my back. “If you’re not wearing panties, I might fucking come in my pants, baby.”

She laughs softly, her tits moving as she does, and my balls ache at the sight. Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to her nipple, opening my mouth before I suck her flesh in deeply. My tongue swirls, then I flick her hardened nipple before I release her with a pop.

I move my lips down her body, licking, sucking, and tasting all of her until I reach the top of her sweats. Her stomachtrembles before she sucks it in as I slide my tongue along her lower belly. I’m just inches away from her sweet spot, and I want it. I can smell her and practically taste her arousal.

“Please,” she whimpers, her hands sliding through my hair and holding on to the strands as she tries to push my face down another inch.

Gripping the sweats, I tug them down past her ass and to her knees. She kicks them off the rest of the way, showing me that, indeed, she is not wearing panties. Fuck me. Fuck me completely.

I don’t do as promised and come, but I’m really goddamn close.

Groaning, I grip the backs of her thighs and spread her legs, holding them open as far as possible. I can hear her panting breaths above me, her stomach trembling along with the rest of her body.

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