Without thinking, I stood up and quickly walked over to him. Before he even saw me coming, I put my hands on his shoulders and lowered myself on top of him, straddling him. I pulled myself closer to him by his shoulders. I could feel the fabric of his jeans on my bare thighs.
“Kallie,” he growled. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” I whispered and pushed my chest up against him. His eyes looked down the front of my dress and his hands gripped my hips roughly. I never done this before, but suddenly my body was working on its own accord.
“Why?” he asked, sounding pained.
“I want to,” I rasped in his ear. I ran my nose along his ear and down his neck. He smelled like soap and gasoline. The smell was intoxicating, so very Ryder.
He grabbed my hips hard and pushed me back. I looked down at him in shock. Even with only the light from the TV, I could still see his eyes. They consumed me as he glared back at me. I saw anger, want, hate and lust battling inside them. I wondered which one would win. I ran my hands down his chest and rested on the waist of his jeans. His body flexed underneath me.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked, breathless. “I have a feeling this isn’t you at all.”
“We don’t know that anymore,” I snipped, trying to get him to shut up. I rubbed up against him.
He suddenly grabbed my butt and pulled me to him. He quickly spun us and pushed me back on the couch, hovering above me. He was rested between my legs and my hands were pinned between us.
“Is this what you want?” he growled in my ear as he pushed himself against me. The movement and his rough voice sent shivers through my body. My mouth went dry and my heart raced. My entire body burned and itched to get closer.
I nodded back at him, trying to beg with my eyes. He shook his head and ran his hand up my knee and then up under my dress. His fingers tickled my inner thigh and I felt myself getting wetter with him so close to me. I tried to arch into his touch, but he held me in place. I whimpered and tried to free my hands.
“Isn’t this what you want?” he asked, licking my ear. I moaned at the sensation and nodded my head. I wiggled under him, trying to get him where I needed him the most. “You want me to fuck you? You want me to take you right here, right now?”
“Please,” I begged, my mind no longer with me. His lips barely grazed the skin behind my ear and down my neck.
“Say it,” he demanded against my collarbone.
“I want you,” I moaned. My head swam with need.
“You want me to make you come, over and over again?” he rasped, his fingers lightly tracing on my inner thigh.
“Yes,” I begged. I could feel him getting hard as his jeans rubbed against the thin lace of my panties. I needed more.
“No,” he stated simply as he placed his palm on my most sensitive part, pushing me back against the couch. I almost fell apart at the pressure. “You don’t want that, Princess.”