Page 102 of Mad As Hell

I nodded and stood up. “Press done?”

He snorted and nodded, his blonde hair a mess and still damp in places. “I hate answering all their questions. Fucking annoying. Especially when I’d rather be doing other things.”

My pulse kicked up a notch. “Like what things?”

He smiled and walked slowly toward me, letting the door to the locker room swing shut behind him. “I misspoke.”

“Oh?” I arched a brow.

“There’s a person I’d rather be doing.” The smirk playing on his full lips as his gaze devoured me was enough to make my insides start to tremble.

“Do I know this person?” I asked lightly, playing along as he kept stalking toward me, ever the predator hunting his prey.

He chuckled and reached up to stroke his bottom lip with his thumb.

Why was that so fucking sexy?

When he was close enough, his hands shot out and grabbed my hips to pull me against his hard body. A shiver drizzled down my spine when I felt his hard length press against my stomach.

He dropped his head to press his lips to my bare shoulder. He laved open-mouthed kisses across my collarbone and up the side of my throat until he found my mouth.

I groaned as he kissed me, teasing my mouth open with his tongue before stroking inside me with languid thrusts. A whimper slipped out of me as he nipped at my bottom lip.

“Fuck,” he murmured, burying his face against the side of my neck as his hips jerked against me. “I feel like a horny thirteen-year-old. This drive home is going to suck ass.”

“It’s a mile,” I said with a laugh, angling my head so he could keep kissing my skin.

His hand slipped under the jersey I’d stolen from him and snaked up my ribcage to palm my breast. His head came up to capture my lips as he pinched my nipple hard. I jerked against him, heat flaring from the pebbled tip and spreading across my chest. He swallowed the moan that tore free when he tweaked my other nipple.

He tore his mouth from mine, his chest heaving. “You have no idea how much I want to strip these jeans off you and fuck you right here.”

My tongue darted out to wet my swollen lips. “Sounds good to me.”

He smirked down at me, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear as his hand slid back down my hip, and then lower. He cupped me between my legs, grinding the heel of his hand into the denim covering my pussy.

“Shit,” I whispered, my eyes screwing shut as arousal saturated my panties. At this point, I’d be lucky to leave without a wet spot on my jeans.

“The next time I’m balls deep in this pussy,” he started, rubbing me again and sending shockwaves rippling from my center, “I’m not planning on leaving for a long fucking time.”

My breaths came in ragged pants as I looked into his eyes. It was unreal how easily his touch could unravel me.

“Any idea when that will be?” I managed to get out.

“As soon as I get you back to my room. In my bed.” He pressed down on the bundle of nerves between my thighs once more and I swore I saw stars.

I gripped his shoulders as my knees started to shake.

His free arm wrapped around my back to support me while pinning his hand between us. He left himself enough room to maneuver his hand as he gave me the pressure I needed to feel my orgasm starting to build.

“Ryan,” I whispered, my head dropping against his chest as I let the sensations swell inside of me.

He chuckled, the warm sound rumbling between us. “I can feel how wet you are through your jeans, baby. I can’t wait to get you in my bed so I can lick you clean.”

I cried out, jerked against him as I came hard enough for my legs to give out. He held me up until I found my legs again, then he patted the front of me like my vagina had behaved exactly the way she was supposed to.

Which, fuck it, she had. She was trained to come on command for him at this point.

I lifted my head, breathless and dizzy, and very much aware of the erection nudging insistently on my side.

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