Her words send a ripple through me. I wish they were true. “I’m not a good guy, Heaven. I’m not a good person. You need to realize that. There are no take backs after tonight, pixie.”
I’ve never had this conversation with anyone. I’ve never tried to talk anyone out of sex.With the exception of Maddox, there alsohaven’t been repeat performances. No one is ever around the morning after.
She shakes her head with a smile. “I’m not naïve, Ryder. I know exactly who you are. I’ve been on the other end of that sharp tongue, remember?”
I get out of the car, rounding the front to her side. I open her door and grin back, loving the tease in her voice and glint in her eyes. “Not yet you haven’t,” I tell her, hinting at what’s to come.
“I’m starting to think you’re all talk.” She takes my proffered hand as she climbs out of the vehicle.
She begins walking toward the elevator with an extra sway to her hips. When we’re in the elevator I grip those sexy hips, pulling them back against me, letting her feel how much trouble she’s in. “There won’t be any talking soon enough, pixie.”
She shudders under the weight of my words. I watch her reflection in the mirror, making sure I don’t see doubt. There are plenty ofnerves,but she doesn’t seem hesitant. She meets my gaze, and the hunger I see in her eyes nearly matches my own. Nearly.
I have never wanted anyone like I want her. I want to make this an experience she’ll never forget. I want to imprint myself so deeply that nothing and no one ever compares. Unless it’s me.
Fuck, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This girl, she has me in my feelings and thinking things I’ve never considered. Never wanted to consider.
When we walk into the penthouse, it takes every damn ounce of willpower I have not to turn her around and fuck her against the door. Somehow, I find the resolve to forestall, instead offering her a drink. She smiles, the nerves showing more by the second. I’m almost worried she’s getting ready to bolt. No matter what I told her, I won’t stop her if she decides she’s not ready.
She throws back the whiskey with a cough. “One more.” She shakes the glass at me.
“You’re going to give me a complex,” I joke. I take her glass from her, but I don’t refill it, earning me a pout. “I want you to relax, but I don’t want you drunk.”
“Two drinks will not get me drunk,” she rolls her eyes.
“Maybe not, but I’m not taking any chances.” I grip her hips pulling her to me. Apprehension fills her eyes. I move a fallen piece of hair off her face before pressing my lips to her. The whiskey on her tongue floods my mouth. It mixes with her normal chocolate taste, the one that gives away her secret addiction to Hershey.
She lets out a soft moan. The tension in her body lessens with each swipe of my tongue against hers. I pull her bottom lip between my teeth, biting enough to sting but not enough to break skin then work my way down her jaw to the sensitive spot just behind her ear.
She wraps her arms around my neck, making the thing she had wrapped around her shoulders fall to the floor. My hands slide down her back, gripping her ass in a tight hold. The need I feel winds tighter and tighter, making my erection throb unbearably. I lift her, wrap her legs around my waist, and make my way to the bedroom. My first thought is to go to one of the spare rooms. I’ve never let anyone in my room except Maddox. Pixie is notanyonethough. I won’t pretend she is.
I take us into my sanctuary, closing the door with my foot behind us. I set her on the floor but don’t halt the assault on her lips and neck immediately. I continue to nip the sensitive spots of her neck and shoulder, then suck the sting way. When I pull away, her eyes are glazed with lust and need.
“Clothes off,” I order, keeping my eyes trained on her.
Her eyes quickly dart around the room like she’s looking like she needs someone to rescue her. “Clothes. Off. Now.” I repeat, leaving no room for argument.
Her entire body erupts in gooseflesh and begins to turn red with heat. She looks a little like a wild animal ready to run, but the heat in her eyes tells me she won’t be going anywhere. She may be nervous and scared, but her need keeps her in place.
With her lip tucked between her teeth, she turns her back to me, lifting her short hair. “I need help with this,” she says softly.
I move the two feet that separate us reaching for her zipper. My hands shake, making me hesitate. My hands never fucking shake.
My demand for her to strip falls away as I slowly lower the metal, revealing inch by inch of her beautiful, ivory skin. I run my finger down her spine lightly followed by my lips, kissing all the way to the top of her ass then back up. I slide my hands under the fabric up her ribs to her shoulders, shoving the dress to the ground.
Lifting her hair, I kiss the tattooed wings on her neck that Dane gave her and Maddox and across her shoulders. Moving my hand across her ribs, between her bare breasts, to her throat, I wrap my hand around the column of her of neck, applying slight pressure as I hold her against me. I nibble her ear, tugging the lobe between my teeth while trailing my other hand over her hip, teasing the edge of her thong.
“Ryder.” My name always sounds sexy coming from her. Right now, the simple, breathless words have my balls tightening.
“Anyone ever touched you like this, pixie?” I know she’s a virgin, but I can’t help but wonder what else she may have done.
“No.” Her voice cracks. “I’d never been kissed until you kissed me.”
“Fucking hell, pixie, how have you managed that?”
“I was never interested in it until you.”
“And Maddox.” I nearly don’t recognize the jealousy in my tone. I squeeze a little tighter around her throat as my teeth clench. “You wanted us to share you.”
