His nod is infinitesimal. As though any movement at all might make his self-control slip.
“I don’t want to stop.”
He curses and backs up again, until he hits the far wall.
“Why are you walking away from me?”
“Because if you come any fucking closer, I won’t be able to control myself.” He’s panting hard. “Do you know how much I want you? How many nights I’ve dreamed about everything I’d do to you if you were standing here in front of me like you are right now? God, do you have any idea how much it’s killing me that I can’t touch you?”
“You can touch me.”
“Felicity…” His voice breaks. “I’m leaving in a few hours.”
“I know that,” I whisper.
“This… you and me… it’ll just make it worse, when I go. One night with you isn’t enough.”
“It’s not enough,” I agree, taking the last few steps. I stop just out of his reach. “It’ll never be enough. But it’s all we have.”
My eyes are steady on his as I reach down with trembling fingers, grab the hem of my shirt, and pull it up over my head. My hair brushes against my bare breasts as I lean down to discard my boy shorts. I hear a hiss of air from Ryder’s mouth as he takes in the sight of me standing there before him, stripped bare. He reaches out, longing etched on his face as his hand slides against my skin, cupping my breast beneath the curtain of my hair. I gasp at the feeling of his callused palm against my skin, arching into his touch. Craving more of that ache that’s spreading through me like a drug.
More.
More.
More.
“Ryder,” I breathe.
His eyes drag up to mine, molten with heat.
“We have this one night,” I tell him, reaching out and sliding my fingers into the buckle of his belt. My hands no longer tremble as I tug the leather from its loops. “We better make it count.”
His pants hit the floor the same second his mouth hits mine.