Page 116 of Rear View
But when he thought I was sleeping, he got to work, taking my phone, and going through everything fromhim. He must’ve read every word, looked at every picture, listened to every voicemail. And the deeper down that rabbit hole he dived, the darker his expression grew.
He adjusted his lone earbud and clicked something, one of the messages, I assumed.
His fists and forearms corded, tendons standing out against his skin, his anger so hot, it burned. I hated to see him that way. He needed a distraction.
I stirred, pretending to look around like I’d just awoken. My gaze met his and I rolled onto my side to face him, the white sheet barely covering my breasts. “Morning,” I said, my voice sleep-thick and husky.
His stare raked my body, and he grinned. “Mornin’, darlin’.” He flicked a finger toward me. “You’re lookin’ real good curled in my bed like that.”
I bit my lip and snuggled tighter into the pillow, but his expression fell and my own faltered. “Everything okay?”
“All good.” He unplugged my device from the charger and pulled that earbud out. Leaning forward, he set them on the edge of the bed before he dropped his elbows onto his knees.
The sudden panic tightening my throat stung while my eyes moved between his as I tried to gauge how he felt. To gauge if it was too much. If he’d changed his mind and—
“I’m here,” he said, the words a vow. “Love you too damn much to leave.”
Heat burned my cheeks, and I tucked my chin down, my smile sliding back in, warm and easy. “I love you too.”
He raked a hand up the back of his neck and over his sexy, tousled hair. “I’m takin’ you to class, yeah.”
My heart fluttered against my ribs as I loosed a softlaugh and slipped from the bed. Taking that sheet with me, I padded closer and pushed him back into the chair, straddling his lap.
“If you’re tryin’ to change my mind”—he grabbed my ass and made a show of checking out every inch of my body before he finished—“this ain’t gonna do it.”
My core clenched as I brushed the hair back from his forehead and pressed a gentle kiss there. God, I loved him. Really. Truly. Deeply. “I’ve spent the last two years scared of my own shadow, Xavier. And when I’m with you, that’s gone. If you want to take me to class, then you can take me to class. But there are people everywhere on campus, so you don’t have to.”
“Guess all those people get to watch me walk your sweet ass in, then.”
I made a show of glancing over my shoulder at said ass. “I suppose I should probably cover it.”
He grunted.
“Unless you’d prefer I don’t—”
He locked his grip down, his fingers kneading deep. “The only person who sees you like this is me.”
I internally purred and wiggled against him, grinding his hard-on with my happy dance.
His head fell back, and he groaned. “You’re killin’ me, darlin’.”
My giggle was high and bright before I bit my lip, drew his zipper down and gripped him hard.
“Christ,” he hissed, his stomach tensing.
Rising over him, I lined his cock with my core and lowered myself until I seated him fully inside of me. He groaned again. Louder. Rougher.
He tipped his lip up at the corner, all proud and eager as one hand held my hip and the other skimmed down. Irolled my body, working him along my G-spot while his thumb slipped between us and pressed against my clit.
I gasped, then panted. He was so damn good. In every way, he was everything I wanted. Everything I needed.
He thrust up, driving into me deeper. “You’re perfect, Ryah.”
The sound of his voice did things to me, and my core clenched around him, my orgasm cresting hard and fast.
“Oh,fuck,” he grunted, then gripped tight as he slammed into me, keeping pace.
I cried out, screaming his name as I came, and he shuddered his release with me. My arms looped around his neck as I collapsed forward, and we caught our breath.
