Page 31 of Faking It Right
“I didn’t say that.” His protest lacked conviction as his gaze dropped to my lips.
“Your thighs clamped around mine imply otherwise. And speaking of things that are hard to ignore…” I nodded toward his own growing arousal.
He glanced down and groaned. “This is all your fault.”
“I’ll gladly take the blame. In fact, I’ll take full responsibility for all erections when we’re in bed together.”
“How generous of you,” he said dryly.
I grinned up at him. “What can I say? I’m a giver.”
“And apparently a grower.”
“Oh, snookums, you have no clue. Want to find out how much?”
He shot me a withering look. “I can feel it happening in real time, so I think I’m getting the picture just fine from here, thanks.”
“That’s just the preview. The feature presentation is much more impressive.”
He snorted in amusement. “Do you have a permit for that thing? It seems dangerous.”
“No, but I have excellent control. Years of practice.”
“Is that supposed to be reassuring?” Ryker asked, but he made no move to get off me.
“I was aiming for enticing,” I replied, my voice dropping lower. “Is it working?”
He bit his lip, considering. “I’m still sitting here, aren’t I?”
“Perched on top of what you affectionately dubbed an elephant, no less. Very brave of you.”
“I’m starting to think bravery has nothing to do with it,” he muttered, almost to himself.
I gave in to the temptation to push a little further. “What is it about, then?”
Instead of answering, he shifted his weight, deliberately pressing against my erection. The perfect friction made me groan. If that was Ryker’s idea of “pretending,” I couldn’t wait to see what happened when he fully committed to something.
“Curiosity,” he declared, studying my reaction with fascination. “Definitely curiosity.”
“Then keep going without worrying about it. This is about you figuring things out, not me getting off.”
The tension in his shoulders relaxed at my encouragement. With newfound confidence, Ryker grew bolder, brushing his lips against my neck. He trailed soft kisses down my chest that sent delightful tingles through me.
“I don’t understand,” he murmured against my skin.
I ran my fingers through his hair, finally allowing myself to touch him. “Understand what?”
Ryker ran his hands over my flat chest, his cheeks aflame. “Why I’m not missing boobs.”
I laughed hard enough to jostle him where he sat on top of me.
He swatted at me, indignation replacing his embarrassment. “What? I’m being serious!”
I stifled my laughter, reaching up to cup his face between my palms. “Maybe because you’re interested in me as a person, rather than caring about my anatomy.”
Ryker rocked against my arousal, sending a rush of pleasure through me. “It’s hard to forget about them.”
“Keep exploring,” I urged. I dropped my hands back to the mattress, granting him free rein once more.
