Page 86 of Say Yes to the Nemesis
I change into a pair of track pants and a fresh T-shirt. Then I see a new text from Wren.
I’m outside. I killed the room cam. Let me in.
My eyebrows fly up. She’s making a big effort and putting herself out there to talk to me in private. I open my bedroom door and she’s there, wearing her silk sleep shorts and my T-shirt. Her hair is wet and she smells freshly showered. She’s not wearing any makeup or any of the crazy punk rock trappings. She gives me a mischievous smile.
Without saying a word, I let her in. Because of course, I do. How could I say no? She strides into my room and flops down onto the couch. I sit beside her and try not to look at her legs, but then I’m caught staring at her mouth.
She tilts her head. “You’ve been weird.”
“I’m always weird,” I grunt.
She pauses for a moment. “You’re being distant. It’s not just me. What’s going on?”
“It just feels like everything changed.” I let out my breath in a long stream. “I’m not particularly good at hiding any of it, so it’s easier to just keep my distance.”
We’re halfway through filming. Halfway to the end. And all I can think about is what happens if she walks away from me at the end of this.
She nods like she understands. “So let’s not make it a big deal. Let’s call it what it is. We’re two people who happen to get along only when we’re naked, that’s all.”
Her tone makes me laugh, which only encourages her. She scoots closer and drops her head to my shoulder. I don’t mean to relax at her touch, but it’s hard not to. I lean back against the couch and inhale a full, deep breath. Her scent grazes my nose, honey and lemons. I touch her hair with two fingers, flicking it away from her face.
Wren’s lips part and she looks up at me. Our faces are only inches apart.
“Can I be sweet to you?” she asks. “Just right now. No one can see.”
Has any man ever been so sorely tempted?
My body hardens. I hate the way her words make me feel desperate for her touch. I clench my jaw, but nod. She wraps her hand around my jaw and presses her lips against my neck, my shoulder, my lips. I know what we’re doing is wrong. I know Jay will kill me if he ever finds out, but damn if I can stop myself.
I press my lips against hers and deepen the kiss, stroking her tongue with mine. She’s warm and soft and smells like shampoo and bad ideas.
Without thinking, I grab her waist and pull her onto my lap, needing to feel her closer, needing more of her.
“Ryan,” she whispers, her soft voice gone husky.
I capture her mouth with mine, swallowing whatever she was about to say. Her lips are sweet and eager, opening for me like she’s been waiting her whole life for this moment. Maybe she has. The thought makes something tighten in my chest, something possessive and primal.
Her satin sleep shorts slide against my track pants as she settles on my thighs. The thin material of my t-shirt that she’s wearing does nothing to hide her hardened nipples or the flush spreading across her chest. I can feel the heat between her legs through the fabric of my shorts. It’s driving me insane.
“Fuck, Chirp,” I murmur against her mouth, hands gripping her hips firmly. I guide her against me, setting a rhythm that makes us both gasp. “You feel so good.”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, holding on tight as I control her movements. I grind her down onto my hardening cock, feeling her wetness seep through both layers of ourclothing. The knowledge that I’ve made her this wet, this ready, sends a fresh surge of desire through me.
I pull back just enough to see her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses. She bites her lower lip, a gesture so innocent and yet so provocative that I have to stifle a groan. Her eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide with desire.
“It’s supposed to be my turn,” she whispers, her breath warm against my face, “to make you feel good.”
Something about her words, about her wanting to please me, makes my cock twitch against her. I thrust upward, pushing against her core.
“You are making me feel good,” I grate out. “So fucking good.”
Her head falls back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. I take advantage, pressing my lips to her pulse point, feeling it race under my tongue. My hands stay firmly on her hips, guiding her movements as she rocks against me. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge. I realize with a start that I could come just like this, with both of us still mostly clothed.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, lifting her slightly to adjust our position. When I settle her back down, the head of my cock brushes directly against her pussy through our clothes. The contact makes her gasp, her hands tightening on my shoulders.
This girl is making me crazy. I’ve been with women before. Plenty of them. But none have affected me like Wren. None have made me feel like I’m losing my mind with just a look, a touch, a whispered word. It’s both terrifying and exhilarating.
I’m practically dry humping her now, rutting against her like a teenager getting his first taste of action. I should be embarrassed, but all I feel is desperate need. I’m ready to come in my shorts like a virgin, but I’m too deep in the moment to be able to control myself any better than this. What has Wren done to me?
