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Ryker
My hand had shot out on its own to steady Pia—and fear had ripped me away. But I couldn’t keep from looking at her lips the rest of the day. She’d been so close, so vulnerable in her gaze, the desire in her eyes while peering up at me in the ocean … I’d almost given into the need to pull her close against my chest.
Couldn’t f*****g do it.
I stared at her lips while we ate lunch at a clam shack, our clothes still damp in some spots, rigid from salt water in others. A real date, her sandals sometimes brushing against my feet beneath the picnic table and all.
Her mouth. Pouty. Full lips. Every swipe of her tongue over their pinkness sent an ache through my balls.
I couldn’t kiss them, but I sure as f**k could have them wrapped around my d**k.
We returned to the hotel room afte
