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He grasps my hips and guides me over the hard ridges of his upper thigh. The width of it opens me up, and even though we’re both wearing pants, it’s the perfect pressure in the perfect place. He’s controlling my movements, but it’s exactly what I want, so I don’t stop him. His mouth is at my neck, and I move my fingers from his chest to his hair so I can hold his mouth in place.
His grip on my hips is nearly painful, and I know he’s going to leave marks on me. I should care, but instead all it does is ratchet up my desire, and I give in to what he wants. His back and arms flex and strain with his effort, and I feel like he’s a caged beast waiting to be unleashed. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know this is crazy, but it feels too goddamn good to stop him.
“Ryan,” I whisper, and I let my head fall back against the wall.
The delicious pressure building between my legs as Captain makes me hump his leg is too much, and I explode. The orgasm rips through me, and I scream with pleasure. I come as I cling to him, and let him use my body the way he sees fit. This wasn’t planned or thought out; he came in and took from me what he wanted. Something about the loss of control is so freeing, and I ride the wave of pleasure and try not to analyze it.
He licks a place on my neck and it feels tender, like maybe he bit me, but I was too busy climaxing to notice. I don’t really care, now that I’m in blissful paradise. He places soft kisses all the way up to my ear, and I hum in contentment.
He pulls back a little to look down at me, and those forest-green eyes see straight through to my soul. Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine in a kiss that’s more gentle than I would have imagined. I thought he’d be starved to receive his own pleasure, but instead he gives me that one soft kiss and steps away from me.
I miss his warmth the second it’s removed, but he reaches out, takes my hand and leads me over to the table. I walk on shaky legs as he sits down and then pulls me onto his lap. The bags of food are in front of us, and he reaches out and opens one, like nothing happened over there against the wall.
Looking to where we were and then back to him, I open my mouth and then close it again, unable to articulate my thoughts. After a few tries, I finally manage a sentence.
“You can’t come in here with food and give me an orgasm.”
He looks into my eyes and gives me his big, straight-teethed, all-American smile, and I want to slap him. Or maybe kiss him. Just for letting me know he can come here and do just that.
“I got you a foot-long meatball sub some fries and cheesecake. Next time, I’ll feed you first. You’re hangry.”
My lower half grumbles from being hungry and then clenches at the thought of more pleasure. I slip forward, plop down on the seat beside him and put my feet in his lap. I don’t know why I do it, but he smiles at me and rubs them while I eat.
“You going to tell me who that guy was this morning?” Captain asks, after we’ve sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. He hands me a beer from one of the bags he brought and goes back to rubbing my foot with one hand while he eats with the other.
“No,” I say around a mouthful of meatballs. He waits, and after I chew it up and swallow, I take a drink of the beer he handed me and sigh. “I assumed you already looked him up.”
“Obviously,” he says, without a hint of apology in his voice.
“Then what’s there to tell?”
“I’m curious about what he was to you. What he might want to be to you now.”
I roll my eyes but try to imagine seeing Captain with another woman. I don’t get to the point where he touches her before I’ve clawed her eyes out. Maybe he’s pretty spot on with the kitten name.
“He’s an old friend from an old life. One I have no intention of going back to. He went missing from my neighborhood as a kid, and I worried about him for a long time. Seeing him today was good. It answered a question I didn’t know I was still asking.”
He looks at me and nods as if he understands. “Promise me, Paige. If you see him again, you’ll take me with you.” I start to take my foot from his lap, but he holds it tighter, not letting me go. “I mean it. I’m not going to stop you. I just need to be there.”
