Challenging Ryker (Kringle Security #2)

Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

It couldn't be that difficult to comprehend. From what Monica had said, Ryker was a notorious flirt who wasn't exactly choosy when it came to the women in his life.

"I … I must've heard you … wrong." The words stumbled out of his mouth.

Amelia threw her arms in the air. There was no hiding the frustration she was feeling. She never had to beg for sex before, but right now she would do it in a heartbeat if it meant she could rid all thoughts of Gavin from her brain.

"You didn't," she sassed. "What's wrong, Ryker? Not your type? Last I checked, you didn't have one. Or is it because of the way you found me?"

She wasn't being fair to him, but she refused to stop. This was too important to her. When she had left Gavin a few months ago, she promised herself she would jump right back into the saddle. She hadn't. Instead, she’d thrown herself into work until she was too exhausted at night to think. That was no longer an option. Monica would put a stop to it, so she needed something else.

Two birds. One stone.

Ryker would distract her and she would no longer be intimidated by intimacy. And really, Ryker was the perfect candidate. She wasn't sure how she knew that, considering her choice of men was horrible at best, but there was something screaming at her to go for it.

He stalked in her direction and closed in on her personal space. It took everything in her not to flinch.

"Yes, it's because of the way I found you." Amelia immediately deflated at his words but he didn't stop there. "The things I want to do to you aren't even close to gentle or sweet. I want to claim you. I want to own your every orgasm. I want to make you scream my name so many damn times you can't even remember anyone before me. I’ve wanted all those things since the first time I saw you and they haven't dimmed in the slightest over the weeks."

Yes! Yes! Yes!

That was exactly what she needed.

"Then what's stopping you?" she challenged. Her chin stubbornly stuck out, so he couldn't see the slight tremble in her lip.

Yes, she wanted everything he said, but a very small part of her was scared that Gavin had ruined her for good.

"This, right here." He ran a finger along her jawline, right where she knew she was trembling. Damn him for being so observant. "I don't want to scare you, but I can see this is important to you, so I'll make you a deal."

Amelia was ready to scream. She didn't want deals. She wanted him to give her what she needed.

Her first instinct was to argue, but then she remembered something he had said to her the first time they met.

I've mastered the art of stubbornness. No one is better at it than me.

It was likely if she dug her heels in, she would get nothing from him. It was better to see what deal he was willing to make.

"I'm listening."

Ryker continued to run his finger with a featherlight touch along her jaw.

"I'll make you forget. I'll make you come so many times, you'll pass out in a blissful haze. But not with my cock or my fingers. There won't be any penetration." He paused. "This time."

Amelia focused on those last two words. This time . Which meant there would be more than one encounter between them. Is that what she wanted?

"Deal." Her mouth was agreeing before her brain could fully catch up. And all thoughts of focusing flew out the window the moment Ryker's lips brushed along the slope of her neck.

She had always wondered if they would be as soft as they looked. They were even more so as he continued the trail up her jaw, stopping just below her ear to whisper, "One last time. Are you sure this is what you want?"

His question made her knees weak. Oh, this man. This perfect man. She shifted until they were face-to-face. With fingers clutched onto his shirt, Amelia made sure she now had his full attention when she answered.

"More than anything."

Ryker didn't know it yet, but he’d starred in more than one of her fantasies lately. She just never had the nerve to go for what she wanted.

Not until now.

"If at any point this becomes too much, you only need to say stop and it all ends. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head.

"I need the words, Amelia. This doesn't happen if I don't have your verbal agreement."

She melted at his words. Those two sentences gave her more confidence than the physical contact they were about to have. Consent and the option to end things if she wanted. Ryker was giving her back the control she lost.

"I understand."

Before she realized what was happening, Ryker was picking her up and moving her farther into his place. She was forced to wrap her legs around his waist or risk being off-balance. Amelia could feel his erection pushing against her core and a tiny part of her tensed up.

Maybe it was a good thing he had made the rule for no penetration. It was crazy to think this man that she barely knew could be so in tune with her feelings, feelings she hadn't even realized she had. That thought alone was nerve-wracking.

Her body vibrated as he took the stairs two at a time. She was too focused on staying out of her head to take in her surroundings, but the little glimpses she did get surprised her. This was no bachelor pad. This was a home through and through. The soft glow of the moonlight showcased warm colors just before she was unceremoniously tossed on what she believed to be Ryker's bed.

"Fuck, you look good spread out on my bed."

Amelia kept the snort to herself. She was wearing a pair of cotton shorts that hung loosely against her thin frame. Monica had nice curves, whereas she was more flat like a board. The sweatshirt was two sizes too big, and she felt more like a little kid playing dress-up with her mother's clothes than a sexy woman.

She pushed up onto her elbows until her ab muscles were straining and her neck was doing the funny double-chin thing. "I don't need flowery words, Ryker. I just need you."

She needed that sinful mouth to be doing something other than talking. The longer he took, the more time she had to overthink her proposition, and that wasn't a good thing. Getting back onto the horse was something she desperately required at this point.

Ryker rested both fists on either side of her and leaned down until his nose was just centimeters from her own. If she wanted to, it wouldn't take more than just an extension of her neck to capture his lips. But she didn't. Nor would she. It was one thing to verbally tell him what she wanted. It was another to make the first move. She didn't have the confidence for the first move yet.

"If you think that was a flowery statement, then you've been hanging around the wrong kind of men."

No shit. The way she was found should've been the first clue, but she wasn't about to remind him of that.

"I believe you promised me orgasms. Lots of them, if I remember correctly." She quirked her brow at him and hoped it conveyed how important it was that he got on that, rather than all this talking.

"As you wish."

With a devilish smirk and one swift yank, Ryker had her shorts off and tossed across the room. He started down at her ankle and kissed his way up her calf, behind her knee, and across her thigh until he was inches away from her core. Embarrassment overwhelmed her and she dropped down onto her back. Flinging her arm over her eyes in the process.

"Nah-ah, beautiful." He nipped her bikini line. "I want you to watch me as I eat your delicious cunt."

Holy fuck. She shot up when his tongue flattened along her pussy lips and locked her eyes onto Ryker's dark hair, which was buried between her legs. He didn't have to worry about her watching him because there was no way she could look away now that he was pleasuring her.

Every time she thought she was used to the rhythm he was setting, he would switch it up.

Sucking on her clit, circling her entrance with his tongue, flicking his tongue up and down, and overall just devouring her. There was nothing Ryker wasn't good at when it came to going down on her.

Over and over again, he built her up just to back off the slightest to take the edge off until she wanted to scream.

"Ryker …" His name came out in a growl and she didn't even care. He was slowly torturing her. Turning her into a mindless ditz whose only focus was on the pleasure she needed to receive.

"Hmmm?" The vibration of the word only further pushed her closer to the edge.

"Stop teasing me."

"Show me how badly you want it," he shot back. Then his hand snaked up and grabbed hers. He didn't hold it like she expected. Nope, not Ryker. He used his fingers to show her exactly how he wanted her to pull at his hair.

It was then that she understood what he wanted from her. Ryker was giving her back the control she hadn't had in so long.

Amelia finally let herself let loose and fully enjoyed what he was doing to her. She yanked on his messy locks. She squeezed his head with her thighs. She pumped her hips so she was fully riding his face, and all the while, she smiled at his encouraging murmurs.

This time instead of backing down, Ryker went all in. He devoured her like a man starved for days and she was the only food available. He made her feel so desired and so powerful, that by the time her orgasm hit her, it was like a wave crashing against the rocks.

Overwhelming.

All-consuming.

And absolutely unstoppable.

Her fingers slipped away, her knees fell to the side, and Amelia was pretty sure she was a pile of goo. That wasn't just a great orgasm. It was earth-shattering.

At some point, her eyes had fallen closed, but now she could feel someone staring down at her, so with way more effort than it should've taken, she opened them and discovered a cocky smirk warming Ryker's lips.

"That was just the start, beautiful. I hope you're ready for the rest of what I have planned for you."

She was in way over her head. If that was just the warm-up, then what would the main event consist of? She had no idea, but she was excited to find out.