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“I don’t like them being in the room when we have sex.”
His posture went rigid. Slow and predatory, he turned toward me. One sweep of his gaze over my body ignited the sparks that’d turn into an explosion and obliterate us both. His voice lowered to a rasp as he took a step toward me. “Are we having sex?”
I opened my jacket to reveal my nakedness underneath. “That was the idea.”
I remembered what he’d said last night. His fantasy about me showing up in nothing but a jacket. He sucked in a breath, pupils overtaking his irises as he drank in my bare skin.
“You said you’d show me how much you wanted me.” I shrugged off the jacket and it pooled on the floor around me. “Here’s your chance. Unless you were bullshitting me.”
“I wasn’t bullshitting you,” he growled.
Grabbing the nape of my neck, he dragged our lips together. Electricity crackled, the charge coursing through us more potent than ever. He backed me into the wall and ran his hands down to my hips, then up to my breasts.
“Scarlett,” he murmured against my lips. “Let’s talk about this.”
“Since when do you want to talk?” I tugged at his shorts. “You’ve told me many times that I talk too much. Now look who’s talking instead of fucking?”
His movements slowed and he pressed his forehead against mine. “I thought you wanted a relationship.”
I very much did. But only with him. He was all I needed and right now, I’d take him however I could have him. I didn’t want him to pull away because he thought I expected too much. I hadn’t figured out what Ryker meant bymore. More could mean anything, but I didn’t care. I needed to be close to him.
“I only want you to fuck me.” I reached into his shorts and stroked his cock. He groaned and dropped his head to my shoulder. “Fuck me like you missed me, Ryker.”
He stared at me for so long without moving, insecurity bubbled up. It died off when he slammed his lips over mine and cupped my pussy. Two thick fingers pushed into me, and I whimpered as he thrust them in and out. My nails dug into his shoulders, my head thudded back against the wall, and I moaned for more.
Ryker obliged. He kicked off his shorts, lifted me, and buried his cock in my pussy. I almost cried when he plowed into me, pinning me to the wall with his cock inside me. Like coming home after being away too long. I clutched his shoulders, locked my legs around him, and begged him to fuck me until I was tender. I wanted to never forget how he felt.
He did as I asked. Fucked me against the wall, every thrust at the perfect angle. My nails pierced his skin as he moved harder, faster. Each thrust deliberate and calculated, like he wanted to show me he hadn’t forgotten the spots that threw me into ecstasy.
I’d been so desperate for him, it didn’t take long for me to reach my peak and scream his name. Ryker growled and sank into me faster while he finished. I loved his dirty talk, but we moved too quickly for it this time. Too desperate to feel each other again.
After a few minutes of catching our breaths, he carried me into the bedroom and dropped me onto the bed. I didn’t recognize the expression he wore. One so buried in conflict. I set my hands on his face and frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He stroked my jaw. “I really fucking missed you, Scarlett.”
A flash of hurt I intended to ask about flickered in his eyes, but he sucked my nipple into his mouth before I could confront it, forcing a strangled moan from me instead of words.
Chapter thirty-five
Mine
Ryker
Nooneelseinthe world made me both euphoric and ticked off. Every part of me rejoiced at having Scarlett again. The chemistry between us only gained power since the last time I’d touched her. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Our recklessness almost got us caught by Danny. Twice.
I was flying high having my woman in my arms again. Except that I didn’t. I’d been working on a speech to tell her I wanted a relationship and now she only wanted to fuck. I didn’t see that coming.
I didn’t know how to tell her, but worse, I was afraid. What if she didn’t feel the same? I couldn’t handle if she ended things now. I’d take being her friend over nothing.
Which was why I was ticked off. At me. Because I had the opportunity to make her mine, and instead, I sent her to a different fucking guy and almost lost her altogether.
This is karma. This is the punishment for fucking up so much.
It had to change eventually.Didn’t it?If she had feelings before, she’d catch them again. I simply needed to be someone worth catching feelings for, and I was trying. Trying so much she teased me about it.Why so talkative all of a sudden? Why are you always asking about my feelings?
Because I fucking love you, dammit.
I’d never considered a future where I got frustrated because a woman chose to suck my cock instead of talking, but here we were. For now, it’d be a lie to say I didn’t enjoy fucking her again. I couldn’t get enough and neither could she.
