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My heart did a stutter step as his words sank in. He wanted me, and he wanted me bad. My body screamed for him. Pleaded, and clawed, crawling on its knees for his attention. I needed it. Couldn’t wait anymore.
I languidly grazed my hands over his chest, nails raking his flesh before I plunged them into his hair and pulled him to me. My words were scarce above a whisper when I said, “And what if I don’t want you to stop?”
He edged one of his palms to the base of my spine while the other gripped the back of my neck. Sealing his arms tight, he pressed every line of my body to his. That intense, glacial stare pinned mine, the heat burning theredarkening that ice to a smoldering smoke. “You want me to touch you, darlin’?”
My knees grew weak, my breath coming in soft pants before it hitched in my lungs. “Yes.”
He drew back, but barely. His stare dipped, skimming my throat, and breasts, down to my waist and hips, lingering over the V of my thighs before it lifted again. “Tell me where.”
My core ignited because sweet baby Jesus, that was hot. My words were a soft, husky lilt when I practically begged, “Everywhere.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Xavier
Everywhere. Touch hereverywhere. Fuck me. The woman had no idea what those words did to me or my cock.
The trek from the pub to our room was the longest five goddamn minutes of my life. If I could have, I’d have taken her right there on the bar. But the only eyes on my girl would be mine.
I was a calm guy. It’s what I did. Was a critical part of my job. But I’dneverconcentrated on anything as much as when I pulled that key card from my pocket to open our door. The light flashed green. I dropped the handle, and swung it wide, then held it for Ryah.
And when we crossed that threshold, I whipped it shut, then closed in.
My arms shot out, caging her against the wall. My chest rose on a ragged inhale as I set my forehead to hers. Her small fingers gripped my collar, that cinnamon scent filling me as I dipped to the side and pressed my mouth to her temple, her cheek, her jaw. My tongue flicked out, tasting her neck, and she arched back, giving me access.
Her arms snaked around my waist and down to myass, tugging me tight to her. My rock-hard cock strained against my jeans and pushed into her stomach. And goddamn, if it didn’t feel good.
I rolled my shoulders. She wasn’t acting drunk, but she’d still had two, promptin’ my next question. “You sure ’bout this?”
The desperate smile in those copper eyes did shit to me. “I’m sure.”
“You’re in control, Ryah. Just tell me what you want and it’s yours.”
She pressed into me before she begged, “Take me to bed.”
Growling, I ducked low, grabbed the back of her legs and banded them around me as I did what she said. Lowering her to the edge of the mattress, I kissed her hard.
She moaned, her hands twisting in my hoodie to hold me there. My heart jackhammered against my ribs. I was the lucky prick that got to touch her. Kiss her. Taste her.
I nipped her lip and pulled back. The grin I gave her when I grazed a knuckle up her thigh was a goddamn vow. “Lay back.”
She did.
Torquing her dress around a hand, I hiked it high until the edge of her pink panties peeked out. My eyes found hers. “You wear these for me?”
She blushed a wicked shade of absolutely fuckable as she offered me a coy smile. “Yes.”
“That’s my girl.” I crouched before her, took the fabric and her folds between my fingers, then pinched, not hard, but enough to get her attention.
She gasped and her head fell back.
“Watch me, Ryah.”
Those pretty eyes lifted and crashed with mine.
I settled my knees on the floor, skimmed my touch up and drew those panties down. Taking her right ankle, I kissed the inside of her calf, darting my tongue out before I hooked the leg over my shoulder, then did the same with her left.
“No one else sees you like this but me.”
