roughly. He grabbed for the door as if it were his lifeline.
The tension released from her in one giant wave. She punched her fist in the air. “Yes! I passed.”
Ryder stopped in his tracks.
“I will see you here tonight.” She was tempted to jump off the table and do a little victory dance, but that would ruin her sophisticated image.
His face was expressionless. “I’ll be here at eight.”
Eight? She couldn’t wait that long! She had thousands of fantasies to explore with him. “Can you come earlier?”
“No,” he answered in a strangled voice. “I’m moving, remember? I have stuff to do.”
She didn’t appreciate the reminder. “Fine, but I’ll be ready if you want to come around earlier,” she offered.
He kept looking straight ahead of him. “And don’t wear that outfit.”
She stroked her shiny vest, wondering what he had against it. “If you insist.” She would give in just a little. “What would you prefer? A negligee? Plastic wrap?”
His spine stiffened. “Something the old Katie would wear,” he said in a low growl as he closed the door behind him.
Something from her old wardrobe? Katie wrinkled her nose. Now what was the fun in that?
Ryder threw a bunch of old clothes in the charity box and slowly straightened to his full height, working out the stiff muscles in his back. He’d never really had much stuff to begin with, although Katie, who was addicted to those home improvement and decorating shows, made sure he had the basic necessities when he’d first moved in.
He looked around his small apartment. Legs braced with hands on his hips, his muscles shook in the aftermath of nonstop work. He was hot and sweaty, wearing nothing but a ripped pair of jeans, but the lust was still screeching through him, and he was desperate for relief. It didn’t matter how hard he worked his body. It was no use. He couldn’t get the image of Katie out of his mind.
And she expected him to follow through on their agreement tonight and he couldn’t let her down. He should never have tested her. As much as he didn’t want her to pass, so he could leave town with a clean conscience, a secret, dark part of him wanted Katie to succeed, to prove that she trusted him. In truth, he was desperate for another excuse to touch her, kiss her.
He never could leave well enough alone, could he? Ryder thought with disgust. He only had to endure a few more days of Katie torturing him and he would have been home free. And what had he done? Screwed it up. He wanted to keep Katie ignorant of his sexual tastes, but at the same time, he wanted to initiate her. Tutor her. Because deep down he knew they would be amazing together.
Ryder heard a knock on his door. He tensed, his muscles quivering. Please don’t let it be Katie, he prayed as he went to answer it. He didn’t have much armor left to ward her off. He wanted her so badly right now that he wouldn’t put up even a pretense of a fight.
He opened the door reluctantly and frowned when he saw Tatum. She stood in front of him wearing bright red heels, a skimpy black raincoat, and a big smile.
“Tatum,” he greeted her warily. “What are you doing here?” It sure wasn’t to help him pack.
“I thought I’d come by and reminisce about the old times.” Her hands curled along the lapels of her raincoat, drawing his attention to the fact that she wore nothing underneath.
Ryder paused. He and Tatum had shared a good thing a year ago. It was kinky and dirty, but after a while he broke it off. No matter how creative Tatum could be, when he was with her, he felt empty inside.
“We were really great together.” She reached out and flattened her hand on his bare chest. Tatum smiled when she felt his strong heartbeat under her palm.
Did she think she had him hot and ready? That all she needed to do was show up and he would want to jump her? No, he
The tension released from her in one giant wave. She punched her fist in the air. “Yes! I passed.”
Ryder stopped in his tracks.
“I will see you here tonight.” She was tempted to jump off the table and do a little victory dance, but that would ruin her sophisticated image.
His face was expressionless. “I’ll be here at eight.”
Eight? She couldn’t wait that long! She had thousands of fantasies to explore with him. “Can you come earlier?”
“No,” he answered in a strangled voice. “I’m moving, remember? I have stuff to do.”
She didn’t appreciate the reminder. “Fine, but I’ll be ready if you want to come around earlier,” she offered.
He kept looking straight ahead of him. “And don’t wear that outfit.”
She stroked her shiny vest, wondering what he had against it. “If you insist.” She would give in just a little. “What would you prefer? A negligee? Plastic wrap?”
His spine stiffened. “Something the old Katie would wear,” he said in a low growl as he closed the door behind him.
Something from her old wardrobe? Katie wrinkled her nose. Now what was the fun in that?
Ryder threw a bunch of old clothes in the charity box and slowly straightened to his full height, working out the stiff muscles in his back. He’d never really had much stuff to begin with, although Katie, who was addicted to those home improvement and decorating shows, made sure he had the basic necessities when he’d first moved in.
He looked around his small apartment. Legs braced with hands on his hips, his muscles shook in the aftermath of nonstop work. He was hot and sweaty, wearing nothing but a ripped pair of jeans, but the lust was still screeching through him, and he was desperate for relief. It didn’t matter how hard he worked his body. It was no use. He couldn’t get the image of Katie out of his mind.
And she expected him to follow through on their agreement tonight and he couldn’t let her down. He should never have tested her. As much as he didn’t want her to pass, so he could leave town with a clean conscience, a secret, dark part of him wanted Katie to succeed, to prove that she trusted him. In truth, he was desperate for another excuse to touch her, kiss her.
He never could leave well enough alone, could he? Ryder thought with disgust. He only had to endure a few more days of Katie torturing him and he would have been home free. And what had he done? Screwed it up. He wanted to keep Katie ignorant of his sexual tastes, but at the same time, he wanted to initiate her. Tutor her. Because deep down he knew they would be amazing together.
Ryder heard a knock on his door. He tensed, his muscles quivering. Please don’t let it be Katie, he prayed as he went to answer it. He didn’t have much armor left to ward her off. He wanted her so badly right now that he wouldn’t put up even a pretense of a fight.
He opened the door reluctantly and frowned when he saw Tatum. She stood in front of him wearing bright red heels, a skimpy black raincoat, and a big smile.
“Tatum,” he greeted her warily. “What are you doing here?” It sure wasn’t to help him pack.
“I thought I’d come by and reminisce about the old times.” Her hands curled along the lapels of her raincoat, drawing his attention to the fact that she wore nothing underneath.
Ryder paused. He and Tatum had shared a good thing a year ago. It was kinky and dirty, but after a while he broke it off. No matter how creative Tatum could be, when he was with her, he felt empty inside.
“We were really great together.” She reached out and flattened her hand on his bare chest. Tatum smiled when she felt his strong heartbeat under her palm.
Did she think she had him hot and ready? That all she needed to do was show up and he would want to jump her? No, he
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