Chapter 4

She could not hold back the whimper at the uncomfortable invasion and felt his body stiffen above her.

Something was off. He looked at her face and his body stiffened. He was certain he saw a flash of pain on her face the same time she let out that whimper. It was not the same as what he had heard all night.

This was different. Being in her was different. She was like a vice around his cock, but while it felt good, it filled him with dread. He was looking down at her, and the fear he saw in her eyes confirmed his suspicions. He still needed to ask.

“Why did you stop?” Her voice was low and a little strained.

“Are you going to tell me, or do I need to ask?” He was grateful that his voice came out strong but not harsh.

“Yes. There’s no need to lie.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“Would you have brought me here if you knew? You know it doesn’t matter so much. I’m on the pill, so I won’t get pregnant.”

“It’s not about that. It’s about how rough I’d have been with you.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “That’s not exactly what the first time should be.”

“What if that’s what I want?” Ah, so the seductress was back. A moan escaped his lips as she clenched herself around him.

“Don’t do that, Gen. I’m trying to be the good guy.” There were beads of sweat on his forehead. His jaw was clenched. She did it again, and he growled.

“Don’t be the good guy. If I wanted one, I wouldn’t have come to you.” She was tracing his tattooed arm with her fingertips. His senses were heightened, so every move of her fingers sent chills down his spine. “I really love your tattoos, but I’d love it more if you moved inside me.”

He had come to the realization that Gen was not all talk, but he wasn’t prepared for her move. That one move under him snapped his control, and he made a quick thrust. Excited lust rushed through him as her eyes widened at his thrust.

“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” Each word was followed by a thrust deeper than the last. Her reply was a breathless yes, accompanied by a moan. Each thrust earned him a gasp or moan from her, and each moan fueled his thrusts.

Soon the only sounds they could hear were the sounds of their bodies meeting and their heavy breaths. He was losing his mind. Gen made him lose his mind, he thought as he bent his head to take her breast in his mouth. He could not get close enough or deep enough.

With each thrust, he wanted more. There was no way he was going to let her go after just tonight. She was fire he couldn’t resist. Fire he did not want to resist. He wanted to claim and keep her, and if she was willing, that was exactly what would happen.

She was close, so very close. Ryle was better than everything she had imagined. She pressed her lips together to stop sounds from escaping, but he did not want that. Her hands were all over him; she was sure she would leave marks. She was also sure he would not mind.

As he leaned over to bury his face in her neck, her hands went up to the back of his head. He was murmuring words in her ear; her heart was beating triple time. She was not sure how she was supposed to leave him after tonight.

“Gen,” he picked up the pace and was ramming into her like a madman. “I’m coming, Gen. I need you to come with me. Come for me, baby.”

She would do whatever he asked right now, even if he asked her to jump off a cliff. When he sunk his teeth into her shoulder, she felt her body arch as she tumbled off the height of pleasure and she heard him come right off with her. For what felt like eternity, her body trembled and her blood hummed with pleasure.

Ryle was on her, but she did not mind; he was deliciously heavy. She indulged herself by running her fingertips over the length of his body while he tried to gather himself.

“I’m putting all my weight on you, aren’t I?” he asked, trying to get off.

She held on. “I like it, you’re deliciously good on my body.” She smiled when she heard him chuckle and turn his face into the crook of her neck.

“This is easily my favorite part of you.” He trailed his tongue across the length of her neck, then sucked on a spot. Her breath hitched and her eyes rolled back. “I want to leave my mark on you.” He kissed off the spot before rolling off and pulling her close to him.

“Stay with me, Gen. Stay the week.”

“A week?” She turned to face him.

“Can’t you? I know it’s unplanned and we don’t know each other, but I want to spend some more time with you. One night isn’t enough.”

She understood exactly what he meant, and honestly, she wanted to stay. She did not give two shits about what her mother would say. She had found someone who wanted her, even if it was for just a week, so she would stay with him.

She smiled into his eyes as she traced the outline of the tattoos on his chest. “Do I get to eat whatever I want? I have a massive appetite.”

“You get to eat whatever the hell you want. That’s the least of requests,” he all but drawled.

“I’ll stay.” Her heart skipped as she saw his face break into a big smile. Oops. She hoped they were just post-sex flutters because she had just agreed to spend a week with him, and love was the last thing she needed.