Page 70 of Unforgettable
My feet moved quickly, and my brain shut down as I hurried to his rescue. A laugh broke out in my head at the thought that Ryker James needed rescuing.
Lifting up on my tiptoes, I flattened my hands against his hard chest and kissed him on the lips. “Hey, honey.” The word “honey” came out a little garbled.
He winced.
Asshat.
But when I stuck my tongue into his mouth, his hands landed on the small of my back, and his body softened as he pulled me to him, taking over the kiss, possessive yet punishing.
I pressed my body to his, losing myself in the moment. I swore I’d died and gone to a world where the birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and water was flowing in the background.
His tongue invaded me, exploring and taking as though I owed him something.
Oh, that’s right.I did owe him. He’d wanted more from me last weekend, and I had blown him off.
Stupid me.
I should’ve hung around longer rather than run out like a scared puppy who had just lost her momma.
“Argh,” Tabitha gritted out.
Ryker broke the kiss, pulling my bottom lip with his teeth as if to say he wasn’t done with me yet.
I prayed he wasn’t.
Nevertheless, I bared my teeth as I whirled around. “I’m sorry. Did you have something to say to my boyfriend?”
Tabitha stuck her hands on her hips. “Ryker doesn’t do girlfriends.”
Ryker’s hand circled my waist until he seated his palm on my stomach. Now my back was pressed to his front. “How would you know? You don’t know anything about me.”
Tabitha pressed her lips into a thin line. “I know enough.”
Beverly flashed us, or maybe just Ryker, an apologetic expression. “Tab, what did I tell you? No trouble.”
“Why are you even here?” I asked. “You’re not in the lineup.”
Beverly’s nostrils flared. “My sister is my guest, just as your roomie is yours.” Then the two women stomped away.
Ryker directed me to a quiet corner as Lucas’s voice blared through the speakers. “Testing, one, two.”
Ryker poked me in the chest then gestured to himself. “What’s happening here?” He sounded as though I were the dirt beneath his feet.
I stuck my tongue to the roof of my mouth. “What’s wrong? You don’t kiss?”
His expression was vacant as he studied me.
Suddenly, I felt small, weak, and pissed off. “Well?”
“We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend.”
I wrung my hands in front of me to keep them busy so I didn’t slap him. “Of course not. I was trying to help out a friend.”
The blank look on his face morphed into surprise as his eyebrows lifted. “I’ve never had a girl as a friend.” He sounded so boyish.
“Want one?” My heart fluttered at the prospect. Maybe he and I were better as friends.
I’d had a guy friend once in my sophomore year in boarding school. Greer had been a local and attended the public high school in town. Our friendship, though, hadn’t lasted long. He’d wanted more than friendship, but I hadn’t liked him in the same way.
