Page 30 of Faking It Right
“What are you doing?” he hissed, glancing nervously at the locked door as if expecting his entire family to burst in at any second.
“Getting ready for bed,” I replied innocently, maintaining eye contact as I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders. It slid down my arms before I let it drop to the floor. My hands moved to my belt next, unbuckling it with a soft metallicclinkthat echoed in the quiet room like a gunshot.
The flush on Ryker’s cheeks deepened as I continued my striptease, pushing my pants down my legs and stepping out of them. My briefs followed, leaving me completely naked, standing before him with all the confidence of a runway model.
I turned on his side lamp before walking over to flick off the overhead lights. The room transformed into a warm, golden glow that softened everything. I slid under the covers on his bed, patting the space beside me with a challenging smile.
“Come on. I promise I won’t bite.”
Ryker hesitated. “This is ridiculous,” he complained, but his hands moved to the hem of his shirt anyway. He pulled it over his head, his movements jerky with nervousness.
I watched his self-conscious show with amusement. Unlike me, he turned away to remove his pants and underwear, as if a minor angle shift would preserve his modesty. The lamplight highlighted the lean lines of his body, accentuating the muscle definition beneath his skin.
When he finally climbed into bed, I guided him to straddle me, my hands gentle on his hips. The weight of him settling on my thighs sent a delightful shiver through me.
“Now what?” Ryker asked, his voice a note higher than usual. His hands hovered awkwardly above my chest, not quite touching.
“Whatever you want,” I replied, leaning back and lacing my fingers behind my head. The pose was pure, unadulterated invitation.The stage is yours, snookums. Don’t get performance anxiety now.
He stared at me, his expression a mix of curiosity and hesitation. His gray eyes searched my face as if looking for some hidden agenda.
“I’m offering you the chance to explore,” I clarified. “To get your answers.”
“Like this?” His fingertips ghosted over my bare chest.
I nodded, keeping my breathing steady despite the thrill of his touch. “Yes.”
Encouraged, Ryker took his time exploring down to my abs, his touches gaining confidence with each passing minute. He traced the contours of my muscles, mapping out the planes and valleys of my torso with a focus that was almost scientific in its intensity.
His teasing caresses stirred my arousal, making it impossible to hide my growing erection beneath him. I watched his face carefully, noting the moment he noticed my body’s enthusiastic response.
Ryker shifted uncomfortably as he felt me hardening beneath him, his thighs tensing around mine.
“Ignore that,” I told him, keeping my voice calm. “It’s an involuntary reaction to having a hot guy on top of me.”
He glanced down between us, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. “Kind of hard to do that when it’s poking me.”
“That’s what all the boys say.”
Ryker scowled. “Your ego is almost as big as your—” He cut himself off, the blush spreading to his ears.
“Go ahead, say it,” I encouraged, my hands settling on his hips. “My ego is almost as big as my dick. It’s okay to acknowledge what’s literally pressing against you right now.”
“I was going to say, ‘Your head,’ but thanks for proving my point.” Despite his sarcasm, he didn’t budge.
I smirked at him. “There’s more than one reason you call me a dickhead sometimes.”
That earned me a reluctant laugh. “You’re awful.”
“Yet you’re still sitting on top of my throbbing erection,” I pointed out. “Should I take that as a compliment?”
“Take it as me being frozen in shock at the sheer audacity of your anatomy.” He shifted again, which added to the thrill. “It’s like trying to ignore an elephant in the room, except the elephant is in your pants. But you’re not wearing pants. Ugh, I don’t know! I can’t think with that beast pressing against me.”
“I won’t apologize for being impressively endowed.”
A smile tugged at his lips. “How am I supposed to explore anything when your…distraction…is confusing my last two functioning brain cells?”
I raised an eyebrow. “So you admit you want to explore?”
