Savor (Bad Boy Rockers 4)

“You’re asking for trouble if you keep doing that.” His hand slips around me and grabs onto my butt. “I can’t get enough of you.” He doesn’t sound happy as he holds me against him. “I need to see a lawyer, and quickly. I’m not sure how long I’m going to be able to hold out.”

This suddenly fills me with dread and I have no idea why. Hopefully, the lawyer will be able to sort everything out quickly, as Ryder has never had a marriage, but my stomach feels full of nervous butterflies. Nothing ever goes as planned, at least where I’m concerned, so why should now be any different?

Chapter Six

Ryder

“Are you sure you’re really okay with everything I told you last night?” I ask Dahlia, who has an exasperated look on her face.

“Ryder, you’re starting to piss me off. If I wasn’t okay with everything, I wouldn’t have gotten naked, now would I? I also wouldn’t have let you spend the night holding me in my bed.”

I grin at my fierce warrior.

Dahlia rolls her eyes. “You’re impossible. You know that, right?”

“So I’ve been told a time or two . . . and,” I grin, “you being naked and so responsive to my touch last night had me beating of

f in the shower.” I smirk, seeing the surprise on her face.

I crouch down in front of the chair where she’s been sitting, flipping through a magazine, for the past five minutes.

“You didn’t?”

I smile.

“You did . . . why didn’t you let me watch?” She pouts.

“You’re killing me,” I state, and rearrange my dick, but not before I catch where her eyes are focused.

Shaking my head, I move away from the temptation of Dahlia, and sit on the coffee table.

The appointment with the lawyer, Ryan Townsend, is first thing this morning, having called late yesterday.

It would have been impossible to get an appointment, but for Amanda Kincaid, Dahlia’s half-sister. She works for Ryan, so she managed to slip me onto his schedule.

I’ve been trying to ignore the fact that Dahlia hasn’t asked to come with me. Stupid, I know. But I could really do with some support because I’m nervous as hell. My nerves aren’t just because of my appointment with the lawyer, they’re rampant because I’m planning on calling at my parents’ house on the way back to let them know what I’m doing.

I know how Brittany will take it, and her family will follow suit, so I’m going to leave them until the last minute before I get an even bigger headache.

As I stand in front of the mirror trying to get my hair neat, I glance at Dahlia’s reflection and watch as she makes her way over to me.

Without a word, she takes hold of my arm and turns me to face her before wrapping herself around my waist. Her head rests against my chest, which she kisses. She pulls back and cups my face in her hands.

“I know you’re nervous,” she kisses me, “but you’ll be fine. Just remember I’m there with you in spirit and I’ll be here when you get back.” Reaching up, Dahlia takes over the job of taming my hair. I usually wear it cropped close to the scalp, but I’ve kept putting off the trip to get it trimmed, which is why I can’t do anything with it now.

Dahlia, as she starts to run her hands over my shoulders and chest, has a pensive look on her face, and she’s pulled her lower lip between her teeth. A sign she’s nervous.

“Babe, please talk to me.”

Her eyes flash to mine before she looks away.

“I want to come with you.” She meets my gaze and shrugs. “I know I can’t because it’ll look bad on you having me with you. I just want you to know what I’m thinking.” She tries to act nonchalant, but I see through her.

She’s really bothered that she can’t be with me, which I guess makes me happy considering not five minutes ago, I was wanting her to at least offer.

I slide my fingers into her gloriously, long, red hair and bring her close so I can taste her. No sooner have I sealed our lips together than my hunger for her takes over. The minute we touch, I always feel like I’ve had a large steak dangled in front of me after not eating for months.

Although I think I might keep that thought to myself. She’s a girl and might not see the relevance to being compared to a steak.