Yeah, okay, so I fucked up.
Doesn’t change the fact that it was the best kiss I’ve ever had. The strongest desire I’ve ever felt. The only girl I’ve gone caveman over.
Of course neither of them is at the gym, and I go through my exercises with such fury that the trainer comes over to tell me to take it easy.
Easy for him to say. But I slow down, sip at my water, and tell myself not to be an idiot. There’s nothing to be angry over, except myself for breaking my own rules all the damn time.
I’m done with this, with my obsession, with wanting them both, with allowing myself to feel things I hadn’t let myself feel in years.
This is it. I’m done.
So it makes no sense why I find myself half an hour later outside Riddick’s door.
I’m worried about him, that’s what I tell myself as I ring the doorbell. I’m just gonna inquire about his back, about his brother, and be on my way.
I’m prepared. I’m steadfast. We have nothing else to talk about anyway.
Nothing happens, though, and I ring one more time, already turning to go.
Then the door opens, and I reach for the frame to steady myself.
Because he’s only dressed in a towel and a smile.
Christ, the man has dimples. Not fair play. And that’s apart from his ripped, tattooed chest and those corded arms… Holy fuck. Wet, dark hair falling into gray eyes, scruffy jaw, muscles rippling in his stomach and abs when he lifts a hand to push the black strands out of his face…
“Hey,” he says, that light smoker’s rasp in his voice I noticed the last two times, and I unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth with an effort.
“Hey yourself. I…” I’m lost for words. This isn’t like me. I frown. “I was just passing by.”
A silence follows this statement.
“Wanna come in?” he asks, glancing behind him as if unsure about the state of his apartment.
Or maybe he has a lover waiting in the bedroom? Or even the bathroom?
“Didn’t mean to disturb,” I say, heat gathering in my dick at the thought of Riddick naked, moaning in pleasure. Fuck. “If you have company…”
He laughs—not his usual, sharp bark but a softer sound. “Nah, no company. Except you, if you wanna step inside. That is, if you don’t mind the mess…”
I step inside.
I know I told myself not to. His bare chest is short-circuiting my brain. I can’t even remember what I came to do here.
Except fuck him.
Not sure he’d agree to that.
Or have him fuck me.
Not sure he’d want that, either.
I could convince him.
Jesus.
When he indicates the sofa, I automatically sit down and stare at him as he comes to stand across from me, leaning against the wall, arms folded over his chest.
My mouth is dry. I can’t look away. I find myself hoping that towel falls to the floor.