Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

He scowled, impatience and mirth glowing in his gaze. “Girly secrets are quickly deflating the mood.”

“Could’ve used a better choice of words, baby bro.” Rupe chuckled. “And from where I’m sitting, nothing’s deflated.”

Ryder slashed a hand over his face. “Jeez, Rupe, give me some remaining respect.”

“Vessie, you better go. I know an animal in pain when I see one.” Polly laughed softly. “I’ll scream if I need you.”

“Are you sure?” I glanced at the shadowy house then back to her. Once again that damn guilt for being so ecstatically happy and rubbing it in her face swarmed.

Ryder rubbed the back of his neck. “Ves, don’t worry about it, it’s—”

“If you two don’t leave, I’m going to swat you with the last lamb chop. Now go,” Polly ordered. Taking a sip of her fifth watermelon vodka, she smiled. “If I don’t hear moaning in three minutes, I’m coming in there and getting the whip out.”

I felt as if I’d been given a pass to ditch school on hot summer days. Joy! I swayed toward the house. “Okay, then. If you insist.”

“I insist you go get ridden.”

“Oh wow, I like your thinking.” Ryder beamed. “Come along, Vesper. Can’t disappoint the woman.”

Smiling, I clutched Ryder’s hand. “I agree. She’s bossy when she wants to be. Let’s sort out this matter of importance of yours.”

“Fucking finally.”

Our fingers interlocked as we bolted from company, laughing under our breath.

We didn’t get far.

I didn’t think we would.

The minute we made it to the foyer, we turned at the same time and pounced. Stumbling against the wall, our lips collided and body parts tangled. We rolled along the freshly painted surfaces until we left the wide-open entrance and tripped into the gloomy corridor.

It would have to do.

Because God, I couldn’t stop how much I needed this boy. We would just have to hope no one decided to pop by and appear at the front door because it was wide open to encourage a breeze through the house and we couldn’t move another step.

Ryder slammed me against the wall, his lips hard on mine, his hips pulsing in time with his raging heartbeat. “Christ, it’s been the longest day in history wanting you.”

Luckily, I’d worn a dress today and his fingers vanished up the billowing red and white material to find my knickers.

“Do you mind if this is fast?” he grunted as he shoved aside my underwear and plunged two fingers inside me.

Oh, God.

“No.” I scratched his back. “Fast is good. Fast is very good.”

With his right hand up my skirt, he struggled to undo his belt and free himself with his left.

“Here, let me help you.” My fingers fumbled with his. I moaned in pleasure as his cock popped free and his legs trembled, positioning himself in just the right place.

Removing his fingers, he lined me up with his erection, hoisting one of my legs over his hips.

“Fuck, Ves…” He paused, teasing me. His hand clutched my jaw, holding me immobile for a sinful kiss. The second his tongue plunged into my mouth, he thrust inside me.

Oh.

My.

Yes!