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

I swallowed, rubbing my bruised and sore lips from his assault, revelling in the sensual pain. “You just said hell three times.”

He slammed to stop. “What?”

“Nothing.” I copied him and fluffed my hair, trying to repair the damage.

“That’s all you have to say after a kiss like that?” He planted himself in front of me. “Is that normal for you?”

The rock n’ roll music didn’t let up. This was not a conversation for this place. However, I couldn’t deny I’d never been kissed like that. “No, that wasn’t normal.”

“That’s it?” His forehead furrowed. “That’s all you have to say?”

I splayed my hands. “I don’t know what you want me to say?”

“How about ‘wow’ or ‘holy shit?’ I need to know you felt what I just did. I’m going out of my goddamn mind.” He paced again. “If you felt the same, I don’t understand how you can be so calm. I feel like you just destroyed me. And if you can do that with one kiss…what the fuck is going to happen when we sleep together?”

“I’m not calm.”

I’m freaking the freak out.

It was our first kiss and yet things had happened on a crazy deep level.

“I think—let’s just get out of here, okay?” I was sick of yelling. If he wanted to talk about this, we could, but not in this thumping tomb.

Ryder pinched the bridge of his nose. “Part of me wants to take you right here—to rip off your jeans and punish you for making me lose my mind. The other part of me wants to shoot you twice just to even the score, but most of me wants to go somewhere private. Somewhere I can pin you down, fill you up, and show you just how badly I need you.”

My breathing picked up as my body melted even more. “How badly are we talking here?”

He fisted himself. “Pretty sure I’m going to have a heart attack if you don’t touch me again.” His blazing eyes dropped to my breasts. “Pretty sure I’ll turn into a raging monster if I don’t get inside you soon. Your taste, Ves…” He shook his head. “Fuck.”

It was me who approached him this time.

Me who dropped all propriety.

I placed my hand over his heart—the chaotic rhythm matched mine. “In that case. Let’s go.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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Ryder

JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH.

I wasn’t a praying man, but I didn’t have the words for what just happened. What did just happen? Did I seriously kiss her and end up almost coming just by dry humping her leg?

I’d expected a shy response. A timid tongue stroke. A gentle moan. I thought I’d have to take her hand and put it onto the cock I’d told her multiple times she could touch. However, that was definitely not the case.

I wasn’t prepared for the she-devil who attacked me just as hungrily as I attacked her.

Her lips had been bloody handcuffs, her tongue the best tripping acid.

Instead of letting me hold her and do what I wanted—she fought back and touched me in return.

Goddammit, I couldn’t control myself around her—couldn’t control my thoughts, my heart, or rationality.

I traced a shallow cut on the flesh above my butt where she’d yanked up my t-shirt to scratch my back. Her nails had been sharp; she hadn’t sheathed them.

She’s a bloody hellcat.