Just One Kiss (Very Irresistible Bachelors 2)

“Well, I take back what I said about Ryker stealing your thunder. You definitely deserve your nickname, Cole.”

Ryker cocked a brow.

“What? It’s harder to win Skye over than my mom,” I reasoned. Cole laughed, giving me a thumbs-up before leaving.

As soon as Ryker closed the door, the air between us charged.

“So!” he said.

“So,” I replied, grinning. A smile played on his lips. His eyes glinted.

“You’re gonna give me shit about what I just said?”

“I have a better idea, now that we’re finally alone.”

“Oh, okay.”

He stalked toward me with strong, determined strides. On instinct, I walked back... but didn’t make it very far. I bumped into the huge dresser in the hallway. Ryker came closer still, until he practically pinned me against the furniture. He touched my lips with two fingers, slowly, as if trying to decide what to do next.

Damn. Feeling his hips pressing against mine and his fingers on my mouth was already messing with my senses. A light shiver coursed through me. I was expecting him to kiss me... instead, he lifted me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

I covered my mouth with one hand again, trying to stifle my yelp.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, first patting his back, then realizing his ass was within reach too.

“Taking you to the couch. We need to set a few things straight.”

“And we have to be on the couch for that?”

“Damn right we do.”

I kept silent while he carried me to the living room, laying me on the couch. I grinned, stretching out as much as possible.

“Oh, you wanted to lie next to me?” I teased. “I don’t think you’ll fit.”

Ryker’s gaze smoldered. He pressed one knee on the edge of the couch, leaning forward, bracing his palms on either side of my head.

“No, actually. I planned to be on top all along.” His grin was devilish. I squirmed as heat curled through me, and he wasn’t even touching me.

“Of course you did.” I placed my palms at either side of his face, lifting my head and touching my lips to his lightly. I just needed the contact. I couldn’t even explain why.

Ryker’s eyes widened, but he didn’t attempt to take over the kiss. I bit his lower lip playfully before pushing myself up on one elbow and deepening the kiss. I loved having him so close, being able to just touch him as much as I wanted. I ran my hand from his shoulder down across his chest in a straight line, enjoying the way his breathing changed, becoming quicker the lower I went.

When I reached his belt buckle, I dropped my hand completely to the side, laying my head back on the couch. There was so much heat in his eyes. Ryker cupped my breasts over the fabric, but even so, my nipples hardened. On reflex, I rolled my hips forward. He positioned himself on the couch so that his mouth hovered over my belly before pushing my shirt up, tracing a circle with his mouth around my navel. Then he moved up my belly in a slow motion. I swear, the nerve endings in my entire body were wired to the spot he was kissing. He stopped right before reaching my bra, shifting his position until we were face-to-face.

I smiled. His eyes flashed.

“So... about those things you wanted to clear up?” I reminded him. “Those things you needed a couch for?”

“I forgot.”

“What? How is that possible?”

“You distracted me.”

“Do you at least remember where the couch came into play?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Yeah. You’re more agreeable when you’re underneath me.”