Chapter 73 Beautiful Mistakes {7}
This time, their eyes collided in silence. She was just an inch close to him which made him fidget. And no matter how hard he tried to suppress his desire, it only reinforced the bobbling of his rod.
"You're hard," she noted, boldly brushing a finger down its length.
She must have been used to seeing naked men, was this why she was acting less shaken by his?
Instinctively, he started pushing himself towards the edge of the bed with his elbows when she pushed herself between his legs.
She was doing it again, making him lose his mind.
His breath hitched when she started to press herself on his body. "What are you doing, Tee?" He forced the question out of his mouth.
He could see her breasts, exposed as she slightly bent over his body. As much as his body anticipated the feel of her skin on his, this was all wrong.
"Does it matter what I'm doing? I have no idea either," her eyes sought his eyes.
Gradually, her hand probed downwards again to graze on his hardened steel. Ryder caught a groan in the depths of his throat. Had she been waiting for him to get well, so they could as well continue from where they'd stopped?
"Tiana," he called, letting his eyes skate towards her scarlet lips.
"Funny," she whispered, "you call me so affectionately that it feels like I've known you forever. I barely even know your name," her lips were mere inches apart from his lips now.
"What's your name?" Her voice was low now.
He gulped, "it's Ryder. Ryder Jenkins." He answered.
"Ryder Jenkins," she pronounced, allowing her eyes to slide to his slightly parted lips.
"I love the way you make me feel, Ryder. And I hope I make you feel the same way," she told him.
Ryder's stomach tightened. She wouldn't plunge further. She was only wading the waters, seductively and provocatively but she wouldn't want more.
He let out a gasp when her curious hand boldly began to stroke him. This didn't signify an ordinary tease, it spoke of an urgency that needed to be quenched.
Her lips wandered to his lips in a slight brush. She moaned, liking how he felt helpless to her touch.
His hands laid on either side of him, he didn't want to touch her - perhaps someone might walk in on them. But her hands were working wonders on his body.
"Tee," he broke through her feathering kisses.
That had only gingered her. She tore herself slightly away from him, pulling her skimpy gown over her head.
Ryder hated himself just then. His heart hammered at his rib cage. Why wasn't he doing anything about her eagerness to have him?
Wouldn't this be known as rape?
Worst still, he hated how his body responded to every one of her touches, her body, and her eyes. He tried to understand why she was all so touchy, yet he was muddled by his desires.
His eyes moved to the wound on her chest, it had been well plastered, and that must have been done by an efficient doctor.
Then to her breasts. He remembered how they once were, shaped like bells and succulent in his hands.
Her private region had wisps of baby curls, it looked so delicate yet enticing to his eyes.
"Tee," he called again, hoping she would stop.
But his voice was barely audible and only escaped when she kissed him, forcing his mouth open to meet her need.
His hand curled around her waist as the kiss deepened.
"You were saying?" She broke the kiss again.
He was speechless, numbed by her spectacular body and sweet kisses.
"We are enemies," he found his tongue again when she tried to kiss him.
"Enemies?" She scoffed, batting her lashes at him seductively.
How does she do it? Make him feel helpless when he was supposed to be serious? How had they gotten here? He had only asked her a question.
What had he even asked of her?
"I don't believe we are enemies. Do enemies kiss like this? Do they want each other the way we do? And I don't want to stop here, not now, Ryder. I want to go all the way to the end."
His heart leaped inside of him - in a funny-saddened way. He was supposed to be punished by her people but here he was, pushed to the edge of the bed and being succumbed to the affections of a pretty woman.
He as well would love to see the end of this exciting passion that they both shared. But it was dangerous, tantalizing but dangerous.
He leaned forward, pulling her head down to meet his wanting mouth.
She tasted like lemon grass mixed with vanilla - a taste of their passion. But he wanted more.
He rolled over, planting her on the bed. And to her surprise, he let his hand do twice the magic, finding her wetness while kissing her profusely.
She gasped, biting her lips - not to let out a loud moan. Her colleagues might hear them. Of course, she didn't care but she cared about what they might think of him doing to her.
"Do you want us to do this?" He forced himself to ask as he trailed wet kisses down the nape of her neck.
She rolled her eyes. "Why do you keep spoiling the mood, Ryder?"
This time she rolled over, pinning him to the bed and she let her hand guide his prick into her tight hole.
Ryder had his eyes shut for a while, this was explicitly satisfying. He had never made love to a woman so he would in the past never be able to describe that scintillating feeling elicited from a romance.
When she started to buck against him, he thought he would lose his senses. He was floating on cloud nine and needed as much time not to get lost in the abyss.
She was good - fucking good that he felt a gradual rise of something within him.
She paused, allowing her mouth to linger on his mouth before she allowing pressure to rise on her every ride.
Before long, he lost it - lost in wonderland and the arms of a beautiful woman.