Page 77 of Bad for Business
“I don’t know what happened…” His words fall off for a moment as his hands settle on the small of my back. “But I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
The worry is written all over his face. I fight a smile. He looks absolutely adorable right now. I love that he’s concerned about me.
His eyes narrow. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because I think I like you,” I answer, deciding to be honest with him.
He looks so handsome right now. His hair is wet, making the strands seem darker than they actually are. Some of the longer pieces hang over his forehead, droplets falling from the strands and landing on his sharp cheekbones.
His lips turn up in a wide smile. “Fuck, princess, you have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that.”
I pull my gaze from his and let my eyes wander for a moment. Because of the water, his clothes stick to his skin. He’s aboutwaist-deep, the thin fabric of his shirt clinging to the slopes and planes of his muscular body.
I can’t help it. I lick my lips, imagining what it’d be like to touch him again, to do whatever I want.
My eyes find his again as a desperate need for him—all of him—takes over my body. “Tell me you’ll stay again.”
His eyebrows furrow for just a moment, as if he wasn’t expecting me to say that. “What?”
“Tell me you’ll stay,” I repeat, my heart racing at needing to hear him say the words.
“I’m not going anywhere. Of course I’ll stay. Why?”
I smile as I let out a sigh of relief. “Because I really need you to fuck me, but I wasn’t going to let you do it unless you promised to be by my side in the morning.”
The grin he gives me is the sexiest sight in the world. I can’t believe there was ever a time when the beautiful upturn of his lips like this ever annoyed me.
But did it actually annoy me? Or was I annoyed by the effect it had on me?
A low laugh leaves his chest as she shakes his head and stares at me with wide eyes and that handsome smile of his. “Good thing I said I’ll stay,” he teases, lifting my body up. “I’ll always stay, princess,” he adds, his voice lower this time.
My legs wrap around him instantly as he leans in to kiss me again.
I don’t know how long we kiss in the pool. Time seems to stand still as I get lost in the feeling of his mouth on mine.
I’m so distracted by the addictive way Ryker’s tongue moves against mine that I don’t even realize he’s carried me to the edge of the pool. He stands at the most shallow part, his body more out of the pool than it is in.
He sets me on the edge but makes no move to get out.
His lips don’t move from mine, even as he finds the bottom of my dress and begins to coax the fabric up my body. Our kiss only breaks long enough for him to pull the dress all the way off me. He tosses it to the side, the wet fabric making a plopping noise as it hits the stone around the pool. The dress had a built-in bra, so now that it’s gone, I’m left in nothing but a thong.
My fingers trail along his back, and I gather the fabric of his shirt in my hands and lift, wanting him bare to me like I am to him.
He obliges. Our kiss breaks, and he tugs his shirt the rest of the way off.
I stifle a moan at the sight of him shirtless. It isn’t the first time I’ve seen him without a shirt, but this time feels different. Now I know he’s taken his shirt off forme. That I can touch and explore his body however I want to, and that makes the sight of him even hotter.
“I’ve been thinking about taking your perfect nipples into my mouth again,” Ryker tells me, his gaze focused on my breasts. He stares at them angrily, making me believe every word that leaves his mouth.
Between my thighs aches at his words. I loved the way he bit and sucked at my nipples. No matter how hard I tried not to, I’ve thought about how good it felt every day since it happened.
“Please,” I whisper, needing him to touch me.
“Fuck, I love it when you say please,” he rasps.
“Please,” I repeat, unable to fight the smile that blooms on my lips.
He returns my smile, but there’s something different about the one he gives me now. It’s almost wolfish. He maintains eye contact as he leans in, getting closer and closer to one of my peaked nipples.
