Page 45 of Bad for Business
A moan falls from my lips as his free hand grabs the other side of my face and angles it just how he wants it.
His tongue angrily delves even deeper into my mouth. This kiss feels like a claim. I know I’m letting him win by lettinghim kiss me like this, but I want it too badly to even care about admitting defeat.
The truth is that I did want Ryker to kiss me. The moment I slammed my door shut and pressed my back to it, I wondered if I was doing the right thing. I felt sad at the thought of missing out on the chance to kiss him again, and that feeling turned to anger.
I shouldn’t feel sad about not kissing Ryker. He’ll kiss me like he wants. Like he owns me. And then he’ll move on as if it had never happened. And that right there is the problem.
I kiss him back, funneling all of my pent-up anger from the last few weeks at him. My fingers roughly grab at the fabric of his dress shirt. I pull his body toward mine, even though we’re already pressed against one another.
His hips push against mine as he pushes me harder against the wall. It’s rough, but I don’t care. I can’t bring myself to care about anything other than the dance of his tongue against mine.
“You don’t kiss me like you hate me,” Ryker croons, his breathing heavy as he traces his lips down my neck.
“I already told you I don’t hate you.” My words come out breathless. I try to stifle a moan as one of his hands drops to my thigh, but it’s no use. I know he heard it. “I just don’t like you,” I repeat, my stomach tightening as his fingers dance just below the hem of my nightgown.
I’m letting him kiss me because I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want him to for a second longer. But will I let him do more? Can I be okay with that? With pretending it never happened tomorrow?
Ryker’s mouth is warm against my neck. His breath tickles against my sensitive skin as he lets out a low laugh. “Do you like this?” he asks, his lips pressing to my neck at the same time his fingers dance higher up my leg.
I clench my thighs. I don’t want him to get too close. I don’t want to give him the power of knowing how wet I am right now.The cotton of the boy-short underwear I slipped on to sleep in is drenched. The man has only kissed me, and I can’t let him know just how much his kiss has affected me.
“Answer me, princess,” he drawls. Fuck. Why is that nickname suddenly hot? And why do I suddenly like him making demands? They normally drive me crazy.
All I can do is nod my head. I can’t give him the satisfaction of knowing just how turned on I am. God, I know he’d throw it in my face and gloat about how wet he made me without ever even touching me.
“What about this?” Ryker asks. His teeth rake softly against the hollow of my throat.
I moan, the sound quickly turning into a yelp when he bites me.
He fuckingbitesme.
His tongue immediately peeks out to soothe the sting. I’m about to open my mouth to ask him if he just bit me when he does it again, this time a little bit lower.
I push him away, missing the warmth of his body against mine the moment it’s gone.
The shove takes him off guard. Or maybe it’s that I pushed a little hard. Either way, the backs of his knees collide with the edge of the bed before he falls onto it.
“Did you just bite me? You can’t do that. You’re going to give me a hickey.” I press my fingers to my neck, lightly pushing against the tender skin.
He smirks and makes no move to stand.
I don’t know if I want him to get up and close the distance again or if I want him to stay right where he is.
Maybe right where he is isn’t a good thing. The sight of him on my bed, his eyes filled with lust and determination as he stares at me with that smug grin I love to hate, is making me feel hot with desire.
“What’s so wrong about that?” he asks before placing his large palms behind him on the mattress. He leans back, and there’s something about the position that’s incredibly sexy.
“Maybe because we’re two grown adults. Hickeys are for teenagers. Plus, I’m your publicist. You shouldn’t be giving me hickeys.”
His smirk gets even wider. He lifts one of his hands and holds it out between us. A silent command for me to take it.
I shock myself by obliging the silent demand. I push my body off the wall and place my hand in his.
What am I doing? I have no freaking clue, but for tonight, I’m in too deep to even stop it.
He pulls my body between his widespread legs. “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t,” he murmurs.
“That still doesn’t address my problem, which is that I’m going to have a hickey like I’m in high school all over again.”
