I want it so much I’m fucking scaring myself.
Maybe she can sense my thoughts, because she gasps and pulls her hand out of my hold, taking a step back.
I let her go.
Besides, it’s not me she wants. I bet Ryan will be gentle with her, give her all the attention she needs, the chocolate hearts and the romantic walks on the beach, and whatever else it is couples in love do.
I wouldn’t know.
Speaking of the handsome devil… He’s staring at us, so many emotions in his eyes I can’t tell them apart. Desire, and sadness, and happiness, and anger, all rolled into one, and the intensity of his gaze packs such a punch I flinch.
“Glad to see you’re so much better,” he mutters. He sighs, rubs at his face with a big, strong hand. “I guess I should leave you two. I need to head home, go over some work, and I’m sure Brylee will take good care of you.”
“What?” Is he serious?
“You’re the one who wanted to come here,” Brylee tells him.
He was?
I can’t deny I’ve been jacking off to the memory of his hands on my body all week. On my ass, on my thighs, the heat of him at my back, the weight of hi
m on the back of my legs. His scent all around me.
But now that Brylee is here I want her just as much.
Jesus, Rid.
“I wanted to check on him.” Ryan tears that conflicted gaze from me. “He’s obviously much better than last time I saw him.”
“But how will you know until you check?” Brylee asks.
Check what?
“You could check, Bry,” Ryan suggests, his eyes going softer, amused. “In fact, you could give him a good massage. The main problem is situated in his lower back. Focus there, and on his buttocks and legs.”
“B….buttocks?” she stammers.
Damn, she’s killing me, blushing like that, like he said something crude and insulting.
“My ass,” I clarify.
The red on her cheeks is turning to crimson. Should I be concerned?
“I’m not massaging your ass,” she declares in a haughty, princess-like tone.
Holy shit. Teasing her shouldn’t get me so aroused. I’m so fucking hard just because she is incensed at the idea of touching my fucking ass.
“How about massaging another part of me?” I mutter, and Ryan chuckles.
So sexy, that chuckle. He’s grinning now, and it makes him look very young. And handsome. And hot.
Dammit!
“You’re both gross,” she informs us and pushes past me to explore the apartment.
Not much to see, Princess.
“So what’s it gonna be?” I ask him. “Staying or going?”