Page 44 of Save Me

One strong hand reached up and caressed her jaw, making her knees go a little weak.

“Um…it’s obvious that I want you and…you want me…”

“But…?” he prompted lowly.

“But…I don’t want this to change anything,” she blurted out. “You and I…what we’re doing…”

“Got it,” he said, taking her by the hand and leading her to the house.

“No, Ryker, wait!” she said, tugging him to a stop. When he faced her in the moonlight, Ryleigh almost forgot everything she was going to say.

Almost.

“It’s important to me that you not get the wrong idea.” As soon as the words were out, she realized how ridiculous they sounded.

Ryker stepped in close. “No wrong ideas here, Ryleigh. I want you and you want me and we’re going to go inside and do whatever you want, baby girl. All. Night. Long.”

The moan was out before she could stop it. “Yes, please.”

In the blink of an eye, the door was open and he was leading her inside and didn’t stop except to lock the door and toss his keys on the entryway table. Only a handful of lights were on throughout the house, but it didn’t matter. She knew where they were going and what they were going to do, and she couldn’t wait.

There was a tiny part of her that felt like a total ass for making that statement out in the driveway. If any guy had said something like that to her, she would have told them to go fuck themselves and wished them a good life.

Ugh…I’ve become a douchebag…

And in typical Ryker fashion, he just rolled with it.

They turned down a long hallway and she knew the door at the end would be to his bedroom. Sure enough, they stepped inside and she could only stop and stare. It was massive and incredibly masculine. The bed dominated the space and Ryker released her hand and slowly walked backwards toward it, his eyes never leaving hers. The sweater was up and over his head in a flash before getting tossed on the floor and there were even more tattoos on his chest.

And they were sexier than she thought they’d be.

Wow…am I suddenly into tatted men?

Well, obviously she was intothistatted man.

Without a word, Ryker held out his hand to her and Ryleigh simply dropped her purse on the floor and walked over to him, wondering if she should whip her sweater off too.

As if reading her mind, he said, “Let me.”

Then those gloriously large, warm hands rested on her waist for just a moment before sliding up under her top. The moment his hands touched her skin, she felt a jolt of awareness go through her, causing her to sway slightly. He didn’t rush and she really wished he would because the anticipation was making her twitchy. When the sweater was gone and on the floor with his, Ryker just looked at her until she started to squirm. His name came out as a soft plea, but he just continued to look.

“So pretty,” he said, his voice deep and all rumbly. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you being right here like this.”

This was usually the time she’d say something snarky to lighten the mood, but…she kind of liked where this was going.

Both hands came up and cupped her breasts and she was glad she’d gone with something lacy rather than something practical. This wasn’t even remotely how she envisioned the night ending and normally hated when things didn’t go as planned, but she was suddenly seeing the appeal.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he murmured as his hands gently kneaded her breasts. “Anything and it’s yours.”

Humming softly, she looked him in the eye. “Everything you’ve been thinking of,” she said boldly. “I want to do everything you’ve thought about.”

His smile was a little wicked. “Careful. You have no idea the way my mind works or just how dirty it can be.”

Closing the distance between them, Ryleigh gave him a wicked smile of her own. “There isn’t a doubt in my mind how dirty it can be, and that’s fine because I know you would never do anything to hurt me. I trust you, Ryker.”

And that was like hitting the launch button.

His lips claimed hers again in a searing kiss as his hands made quick work of removing her bra. As soon as it was gone, Ryleigh pressed up against him and reveled in the skin-on-skin contact. She awkwardly kicked her boots off as Ryker moved on to help get her jeans off. As much as she wanted to do the same to him, she had a feeling she’d be all thumbs right now. He broke the kiss long enough to peel the denim down her legs, kneeling in front of her.

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