Page 48 of I Did Before I Do

I looked up, raising my eyebrows.

“Yeah?” I repeated.

“Look. If you want me to leave, I will. I guess I just want to know where we are. What you want.”

God. The way he said it made me sigh. The stupid butterflies were in my stomach again. I leaned back in my chair.

“I just want to have a nice evening and go from there,” I said. “Okay?”

“Okay.” He nodded. “All right. I’m good with that.”

We let silence settle as we ate. The food was good, but it was missing something. I rose and went to the kitchen, returning with two bottles of beer. I put one in front of Ryker, then sat back down with the other, opening it and taking a sip.

“Thanks.”

“Mm-hmm.”

He looked at me for a moment. A faint smile appeared on his lips. “You know, it’s cute.”

I raised one eyebrow at him. “What’s cute?”

“How you’re pretending to still be mad at me.”

Dammit. “Who says I’m pretending?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I can tell. It’s fine. Keep going. I like it.”

I cracked. Just for a second, I smiled.

He knew he had me and he chuckled, shaking his head.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, continuing to eat.

When we finished dinner, Ryker rose before I could, grabbing the plates. To my surprise, he washed the dishes while I sat and finished my beer.

Maybe I could let him have a little something.

As he passed me to come back to the table, I kicked one leg up. He stopped and looked at me.

“Hey,” I said. “We’re good. Okay? We’re good.”

“Are we?” He put one hand under my ankle, holding my leg in place.

I watched as he bent at the waist and kissed the inside of my ankle.

Lust rushed through my body, hot and fast, and I pulled my foot out of his hand. I placed it on the ground and stood up.

Ryker opened his arms and I stepped into them. He kissed me hard, his hands already moving down to grip my ass.

I didn’t care. I wanted him. I wanted this, and I wanted it now.

I was ready to lose it, and it was going to be to Ryker.

He pulled back from the kiss. “Bed? We can do what we did the other night.”

I shook my head. “No. I want more.”

“Are you sure?”

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