Page 38 of Desperate Pucker
I let out a shaky breath. Ryker swallows hard, and I watch the movement along his thick throat, covered in dark stubble.
“What do you normally do when you’re stuck in a small space?” he asks.
“Leave.”
His mouth slants up in a half-smile. “Smartass.”
My heart is still pounding and my breathing is still way faster than it should be…but I feel safe with Ryker standing in front of me, speaking to me in that calm voice, holding my face in his hands.
Intensity flashes in his bourbon-brown eyes as he searches my face.
“What helps you if you can’t leave?” he asks.
I swallow and look at his thick lips. “A distraction.”
His gaze falls to my mouth for a long second before he looks back up at my eyes. Something fiery flashes in his gaze.
“A distraction?” he asks, gently rubbing his thumb against my cheek.
I nod.
“Okay then.”
A second later, Ryker kisses me.
Chapter 15
Ryker
The second my mouth is on Maddy, my knees go weak.
Well,fuck.
Her lips are soft.Sofucking soft. Like satin.
She moves her mouth against mine, letting out a soft hum. She tugs a hand through my hair, pulling hard.
The burn against my scalp makes me groan. Fuck, I like that—the contrast. The softness of her mouth combined with the roughness of her fingers makes my dick twitch and my brain short-circuit.
I like this. I like thisa lot.
I breathe in and get a lungful of her perfume. Sweet and flowery with a splash of citrus. I moan softly. How does she always smellsofucking good?
A second later, we both lean back, breaking the kiss. A weird disappointment zooms through me.
I take in Maddy’s wide-eyed stare, her parted lips, the pretty pink flush on her peaches-and-cream skin.
I swallow hard. “Did that work?”
Nerves fire off inside of me. Kissing her was an insane idea. I know it was.
But when I asked her what would help her in the middle of her panic attack, she looked at my mouth. And then my stressed-out brain came up with the idea to kiss her.
She nods, then shakes her head.
I frown, confused, until she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, a shy look in her gorgeous gray-blue eyes.
“I want more,” she rasps.
