Page 43 of Hopeless Sacrifice
I peek over at Ryder to find him smirking at his friend.
The three of us lie like that, horizontal on the little twin bed meant for one. Our legs hang off the side and it shouldn’t be the most comfortable position, but with them surrounding me it is. I’m more relaxed than ever between them.
I’m faintly aware of Ryder standing to turn off the light. The bed dips once more and his warmth is right there in place again at my side.
My lashes fall heavily closed just as he speaks.
“We should … wake him up.”
My eyes barely open, already prepared for sleep.
Ryder’s wide awake, staring at me intently.
“What?” I mumble.
He turns to me, his palm skimming my neck. His warm touch pushes down my collarbone, pushing down my chest before he rubs his thumb back and forth against my nipple.
“I said, you should wake him up.” His lips brush against the column of my throat slowly.
My lashes flutter closed with a heavy breath.
“I think he needs sleep.”
His head dips and his teeth rake across my nipple through my thin shirt and a quiet gasp tears from my lips.
“If that’s what you want.” Warm palms push against my shirt until his tongue is sweeping across my stomach. The bed shifts as he kisses a path down my torso.
“Do whatever you want, but I’m sleeping, Ryder.” It’s a breathy statement that doesn’t hold much conviction, but I cling to that careless demeanor.
“Mmm, you’re probably going to have the sweetest dreams.” His breath fans against my navel as he jerks my jeans down my hips. He shoves them down my legs. I do my best not to help him, to try to pretend I have no interest in what he’s doing.
I try, really I do.
Until I kick hastily at the clothing preventing his hands from being on my body.
My boots and jeans land on the hardwood floor with a quiet thud.
I don’t open my eyes. It causes a swirling sense of anticipation to build in my chest as I listen to him shift from the bed.
Big palms push up my thighs. The feel of his hands on my hips sends a shiver all through me.
Warm kisses skim over the inside of my thigh. I spread my legs for him wider.
With strong hands, he grips my hips and jerks me closer to the edge of the bed. A small gasp shakes across my lips.
My heart pounds just waiting.
Nothing’s even happened and my nerves are strumming all through my body.
A breath kisses my skin, right where I want him.
My leg bends as he places my foot on his shoulder. His palms settle beneath my ass, gripping me tightly.
Soft lips press over my entrance in a torturously slow movement. I almost moan with need.
He’s trying to kill me, I know it.
This is what I get for saying I’d rather sleep.
