thick shaft. Made it more difficult for him to move within my rippling cunt.
With one more hard thrust, he jerked against me. His breathing was just as ragged as mine. His body trembling as his shout was muffled by my flesh.
For long moments, we leaned there against the car. Survivors of a sexy war. We both groaned as he pulled from my body.
“Sweet fuck, I’ll never not find that hot as hell.” He took some kind of cloth from somewhere and wiped at the liquid that was dribbling down my thighs.
I waited to see if my shaky legs would hold me before I turned around. His shirt was wadded up in his hand, his ripped chest bare.
“I want to lick you from top to bottom.” The words were out of my mouth before they registered in my brain.
He smiled. “Let’s get your shit upstairs before we give the security room guys any more of a show.” He lifted a hand, waited for me to take it.
My breath was stuck in my throat. “Some guys were watching us?” I felt like my skin was going to shrivel up on my body and run away.
He stepped forward, his face losing the teasing edge in a blink. “No. I turned the cameras off as soon as we crossed into the garage. The moment I realized I couldn’t wait to be inside you. I was just messing with you.” He caught my cheeks between his hands, angled me up to look fully in my face. “It was a bad joke. I’m sorry.” His brilliant green gaze flicked from side to side as he studied me. “You okay?”
I breathed slowly a couple times. Waited for the feeling to come back to my fingers and toes.
“I will never share you with anyone. Not even on security cameras. Your body is for me alone. Always. Forever. I promise you that, cupcake.”
I nodded, knew he was telling me the truth. I blew out a breath. “Being on camera isn’t something I think I can ever allow, Ryker.” I looked up at him. Let him see the pain.
He shook his head. “That’s never been a kink of mine, but it certainly would be off the list now anyway.” He lowered his head slowly. Got down so we were nose to nose. “We good?”
I tipped my chin up. Pressed my lips to his. “We’re good, hero. Just startled me.”
He kissed me again. “And for that I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” He pulled me into his arms for a moment. Just held me.
I wrapped my hands around his waist. An odd breezy sensation wafted over my ass. I started to giggle.
He pulled back slightly. “What’s got you tickled now?”
I pointed to my legs. “We’re legit standing in your private garage, hugging, and my pants are around my ankles.”
His head tipped back as gales of laughter poured from him. After a moment, he straightened. He leaned down, slapped a hand to my bare ass. “Pull those back up so I don’t ravage you in the elevator. We really do need to get your stuff in the house.” He backed up, started organizing luggage while I bent and grabbed my pants.
I grabbed up the two pieces of luggage I’d claimed before. Added a few of the smaller ones on the telescoping handles. “Ready, hero?”
He grunted. He had four suitcases, two garment bags, and three shoulder bags full of my stuff. “And you really need all of this?”
I smiled and made my way to the elevator. “Most of that’s clothes. Do you want me to have clothes?”
I hit the button to bring the car to the basement. Turned back. I saw him standing there, a look in his eye that boded poorly for my clothes. “Don’t you dare, Ryker Anthony.” I glared at him.
He pouted. Started moving again. “Unless you have some really trashy outfits in here, I think I should get to decide what you wear.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Does that mean I get to pick out your clothes?”
He shuddered. “No. I’m not a child.”
“Exactly, buster. You want to pick out clothes from my closet, you better be prepared to wear them yourself.”
“But I like dressing you.” He gave me puppy dog eyes.
I rolled mine. “Not happening unless there are exigent circumstances.”
His bright green eyes glowed. “We’ll have to discuss these circumstances.”
The car dinged, saving me from the weirdness that was the love of my life’s quirky need to control my life.
Chapter 7 – Ryker
We pushed into the elevator car. Only half of