behind her just as the bell for the elevator chimed.
“Leave me alone,” she told him, intending to walk away, but Ryder took her arm, moving her against him and shuffling them both into the empty elevator.
“I can’t seem to do that, now can I, Noble?”
He rested them against the wall, the dim light overhead flickering as the elevator moved. Reese didn’t know what to think of Ryder like this. She didn’t appreciate him blaming her for things that weren’t her fault. She didn’t like the jealous ex-boyfriend attitude from him because it made him look petty.
But, God, did it feel good to see him making a move right toward her. It was good to feel wanted—desired—after such a long time of nothing special at all.
“You’re confused,” she told him, making a vain attempt to push him back. Ryder didn’t budge, and if she was honest with herself, she was glad he didn’t. He smelled like cheap bourbon and expensive cologne. Both scents worked some kind of seduction on her senses that had her heart hammering and a wicked, sweet tingle thrilling between her legs. “You never dealt with…everything, and now I’m here, a daily reminder. That’s all this is.” He moved closer, hand against her face again, thumb under her bottom lip as he watched her.
Ryder was tempting, even if he was blitzed out of his head. He never lost control. He never let his composure slip, and just then, while he moved closer, right hand slipping to Reese’s thigh, fingertips against the bare skin he brushed along the back of her leg, Reese understood that this was him doing exactly what he wanted.
“This isn’t real…” she tried, going quiet when he curled his fingers higher up her leg and pressed her right against his hard dick.
“That feel real enough for you?” It did. It felt like perfection. It felt real and ready and everything Reese had been missing for the past ten years. When she didn’t speak, was able only to make stupid, small noises of protests she didn’t mean to leave her mouth, Ryder took advantage and angled her head up, putting her waiting mouth close enough for him to take. “Thought so,” he said, closing the small space between them to kiss her.
She could have stayed there with him, delighting in the low, deep sounds he made—sounds of heat and lust and aching damn need. It would have been easy, taking something that wasn’t hers. After all, he had been hers first, all those years ago. For just a few seconds, she gave Ryder back what his drunken body offered.
“Fuck, I want you,” he said, fingers now on the curve of her ass, moving toward her thong. “You’re wet already, aren’t you?”
“Ry…” she tried, knowing she should stop him, knowing that it would be very bad to be caught with him like this. But, God, his strong, eager fingers felt so good when he lowered his hand, shifting, moving his fingers to the front of her, smoothing the tips against her aching, pulsing clit. “Oh…ay dios…”
“Yes. Shit, Reesie, look how wet you are for me.”
Everything about this moment was electric— her skin, his body, the scent of her wet and ready for him, the heat of his breath against her neck as he kissed her, pushing one finger closer and closer to the seam separating her thong from her skin.
She needed this. She needed him, no matter how badly he’d wrecked her. All this time and she hadn’t forgotten this. She hadn’t forgotten anything about him.
“Ry,” she said, the invitation to come to her room already on the tip of her tongue, but then the elevator slowed, and the numbers rose higher. Reese knew someone was getting on. “Ryder, stop. The elevator’s stopping.”
He grunted, a low frustrated sound that only worsened the throb of her pussy as he pulled away from her, hurriedly straightening his jacket, closing the button to cover his proud, bold erection.
“This isn’t done,” he told her, voice thick with need, gaze a rake of fire over her body, training on her naked thigh when she adjusted her skirt.
Whoever got on when the doors opened, Reese could kill. They’d interrupted something she’d been thinking about almost constantly since that night at the gym. Her imagination was nothing to how Ryder tasted now and how good he felt. Whoever got on was a detour on her stroll down memory lane, and Reese had no desire to leave just yet.