Page 71 of Nails
She smiled at him.“You’re so hot,” she said.But then her smile turned into a slight frown, and she scrunched her eyebrows together.Her expression reminded him of someone who was half confused and half in pain.
“Riley?”he said her name.
She didn’t answer.Instead, she tried to yank her hoodie off.“I feel like my body is on fire.”
When she failed to get the hoodie off, she reached for the hem of her tank top, but Nails stopped her.
“Whoa!”he said, catching her hands.It was then he felt how hot her skin was.
“You’re burning up.”
She pressed her face against his shoulder.“Mmm.You smell good.”
“Riley, focus,” he said, trying to peel her off of him.Once there was a bit of space between them, he placed his hands on her cheeks and tilted her head back so she was looking at him.
“Riley, look at me, sweetheart.You were drugged.Did you eat or drink anything that—?”
Before he could finish, she leaned in, and her lips grazed his jaw.He bit down on his lip and willed his body not to react.Fuck!This isn’t good, he thought to himself.
“Water,” she whispered.
“Water?”
“Yep.I had some tasty water.”She started to giggle as if she had told him the funniest thing ever.
But Nails wasn’t laughing.The thought of someone drugging her made him see red.But she said she only had water.Did someone tamper with her water bottle, or was it given to her during her shift?
“Where did you get the water from?”he asked, trying to stay calm, even though he was fucking furious.
“From my cup, silly,” she told him.
“Your cup?The one that you just drank out of?”
“Yep,” she told him, popping the “p” at the end of the word.
“Damn it,” he muttered.
“I want to climb you like a jungle gym,” she whispered as she stared at his lips like she was about to devour them.
Nails exhaled hard.“That’s the drug talking, Riley.You don’t want to do that.”
She looked at him and then smiled.“You’re right.I don’t want that.I want to ride you like a mechanical bull.I want to feel all that power between my legs.”She started to grind herself against him.
Nails groaned.“You gotta stop talking like that.”
She wiggled her eyebrows.“Why?Does my sexy talk make you horny?”
She started to slide her hands under his shirt, and he grabbed her wrists and held them.She squirmed, trying to break free.“Riley,” he said, trying to maintain his composure.
“I want dessert,” she blurted out, and he just looked at her.Talk about going from one extreme to the other.But he would take it, as long as it got her mind off wanting him.
“Okay, we can get you some dessert when we get home.What would you like?”
“You!I want you for dessert, big guy.With sprinkles.”
Oh, for fucks sake.Nails couldn’t take the torture any longer.Holding Riley with one arm so she wouldn’t topple over, he whipped out his phone and called Bear.
“What’s up?”Bear answered.
