Then I’m in the air.
He hikes me up his big body, and my legs wrap around his waist. I barely notice the ripping sound of my skirt as it gets stretched beyond what it can handle.
We’re frenzied as clothes come off—his shirt, then mine—in between kisses.
He stalks across the room with me in his arms until we fall into his bed. I laugh, I can’t help it. I can admit this is crazy, but I don’t care. I don’t want to miss what might be my one chance to feel something sublime.
We roll around and laugh, out of breath. He’s in his jeans, and I’m in a black demi bra that gives me all kinds of crazy cleavage and a skirt that’s ripped almost all the way up my thigh.
He straddles my leg and grabs my other one, lifting it. His eyes are trained on mine as he unstraps my sandal, pausing to graze his lips over my bare ankle.
“You’re a fucking vision. I’ve always wondered what you’d look like with your hair splayed out on my pillow.”
My hair is everywhere, a mess, I’m sure.
Then I consider what he just said.He’s thought about me in his bed.
I want to ask how far back that fantasy goes, if he wanted me like I wanted him three years ago, but I cut off that thought before I blurt it out.
Instead, I reach out and run my finger over his full bottom lip. “What else does this fantasy include?”
His light eyes are black, totally dilated as he nips my finger. “I must have a shitty imagination, because it did not do you justice.” He unstraps my other sandal before he kisses up my calf, pausing to nibble on my knee.
My breath catches as I watch him.
His whole body is taut with muscles upon muscles, not bulky but cut and finely hewn from training. His broad chest tapers to that sexy-as-hell V, and a thin trail of dark hair dips down into his jeans where he’s sporting a massive erection.
“Want to unzip my skirt?” I wonder if he knows how wet I am for him.
He shakes his head, a wry smile tilting his lips. “I must have a teacher kink I never knew about, but I think you should keep the skirt on.”
I adjust my glasses that have somehow managed to stay on my face tonight and give him a stern look. “Why, Mr. Kingston, have you been a bad boy? I might have to ride you. I mean, punish you.”
His gray eyes darken, his hands tightening on my thighs.
I don’t know who I am right now. I was never into roleplay or anything too adventurous with Sean, but tonight I want to rock Rider’s world.
One slow inch after another, I slide my skirt up, higher and higher, until he gets an unobstructed view of that thin strip of black lace between my thighs.
A deep groan rumbles in his chest. “You’re killing me, Gabby.”
“Delayed gratification is good for the soul.” I lean up on one arm while I run my other hand through his hair. Down his chest. Over his abs. Until I hook a finger into the waistband of his jeans where I pop the button. “You’re busting out of those anyway.” I chuckle.
Without a word, he gets off the bed and unzips his jeans. His almost naked form, save for a pair of dark boxer briefs, comes into view.
His rugged beauty is breathtaking. In a parallel universe, he’d be a Greek god or some other immortal, his body chiseled to perfection.
He crawls over me and settles between my legs. We both groan at the contact, the pressure so intense, goosebumps break out on my skin.
He rubs his nose against the cup of my bra where I’m practically spilling over and murmurs, “Speaking of busting out…”
Our eyes lock as he sucks me through the lace. One nipple, then the other. All the while grinding our hips together.
Writhing beneath him, I run my hands over his arms and shoulders, let my fingers trail over his back.
Anything could happen tomorrow. I’m not holding my breath that he’ll have some major revelation and decide he wants to do this for the long haul, so if this is the only time we’ll be together, I want to remember every detail. The way his hot breath heats my skin. How his eyes sear into me as he bites my breast. How being with him makes me feel like I’m floating even though he’s weighing me down with his big body.
He reaches behind me with one hand and unsnaps my bra. It gets tossed to the floor with the rest of our clothes, and I swear the look he gives me could incinerate this whole house.
