Page 79 of Kane's Awakening
Ryker scooted his chair back from the table before taking my hand, and it fit so perfectly in mine. “I do trust you.”
My heart leapt at his words, and I wished I’d be able to say the same to him one day.
We exited the restaurant and hopped into my truck. It felt great that evening and wasn’t that cold outside, so we rolled down the windows and let the end-of-winter air blow through the cab. Once we got on the interstate, though, it became way too damn chilly, and we rolled them back up and cranked the heater.
“Fun World?” Ryker asked as I pulled into the parking lot. “What are we… ten?”
I parked and turned to him in the seat, placing my arm behind his head. “What… are you afraid I’m gonna kick your ass at laser tag? I think you ate too much chicken at dinner, Rye. Bawk, bawk.”
“You’re an asshole,” he said, laughing.
“Yeah, but I’myourasshole, remember?”
I pulled him closer, and he didn’t fight me at all. In fact,hemight’ve even been the one to initiate it, but I couldn’t remember. I focused on the way his heart thumped in the same rhythm as mine, both a little faster than normal.
Fuck, he felt amazing against me, and the smell of his cologne mixed in with his own scent drove me fucking crazy.
Brushing my mouth softly across his, I kissed him, tender and slow. I loved the tickle from the stubble on his chin, and I gently bit his bottom lip before diving back in for another kiss. He tasted sweet and much better than that whole damn plate of dessert I’d eaten.
He sighed and leaned closer, pressing our chests together and swirling his tongue against mine.
And in the small cab of my truck, we got lost in each other.
We didn’t take it further than kissing, but by the time we finally pulled apart, I was a bit lightheaded, and it wasn’t from lack of oxygen. It was him.
I used to say sex was a drug to me… but as I stared at Ryker in that moment, panting and looking into his fucking beautiful blue eyes, I knewhewas the most potent drug I’d ever had. Not just any drug, though, but an antidote—a remedy to cure the fucked-up shit in my head that told me I wasn’t good enough, a fucking fix to an addiction that probably would’ve killed me someday.
