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

Where did he come up with this stuff? “Exactly. No self-mutation of any kind. That orgasm that’s driving you mad…is mine.”

His eyes flashed black with desire. “Fine. I agree to your terms.”

“Great—”

“Only if you agree to mine.”

Uh oh.

I paused, waiting for my sentencing.

He smiled, running his thumb over my nipple and once again turning me deranged with need. “If I have to survive the next forty-eight hours with this pounding blue ball condition you’ve put me in, you’re not allowed to unwind whatever lust does to your insides.”

“Tangled fallopian tubes? Jackhammering uterus?”

He wrinkled his nose. “Something like that.”

We both laughed but then he turned serious as he dropped his hand and cupped me right between the legs. His fingers curled around my mound, warmed my clit, and teased my entrance. Everything inside me turned whip sharp with need.

I sucked in a moan as his fingers rocked.

“No vibrating toys of any kind, including electric toothbrushes and overzealous sitting on washing machines. No flicking your bean, no dirty girl showerhead routine, and definitely no double clicking your mouse.”

I pouted. “But—”

He kissed me. “Hey, if I’m going to be a brain-dead ignoramus with a hard-on for two days, the least you can be is an air head with the hots for her cousin.” He let my pussy go, holding out his hand with a victory smirk. “Do we have a deal?”

No.

I’ll cheat.

But I knew I wouldn’t. Because the chase and the knowledge of how damn good it would feel when we finally did sleep together was worth it.

My fingers looped with his. “It’s a deal.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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Ryder

TWENTY-FOUR HOURS.

They had to be the hardest (excuse the pun) and longest twenty-four hours of my life.

All day I’d been up a ladder plastering the two-story entry way to my house, and all day I couldn’t stop thinking about Vesper.

I had no calls from the shelter to collect any other mistreated animals in the tri-county area and even visiting the rescued mutts that I did have didn’t ease the maddening lust in my blood.

And she hadn’t messaged me once!

All day.

I couldn’t fucking believe it.

Was my blue balls disease a joke to her? Why hadn’t she returned my convoluted message from this morning? I’d been in the bathroom about to hop into the shower where the usual rub and tug was a no-no and wanted to take a dick pic and send it her way. To show her the state she’d left me in.

This was all her fault.