I’d been quick enough with my alarm that he still slept. Lying on his stomach, the covers barely covered his ass, which I knew was bare because Ryker slept naked. His back drew my eye and I saw old scars from two bullet wounds. With his face turned toward me, I could see dark shadows under his eyes.
Easing out of bed, I tiptoed to the bathroom, doing my business and brushing my teeth and hair. I swallowed a couple of Tylenol capsules to take care of the lingering aches and pains. After washing my face, I went back into the bedroom and saw Parker had texted me.
I’ll pick you up on my way to work.
Guess I wouldn’t have to worry about having to borrow Ryker’s truck.
I texted back okay, hitting Send just as Ryker’s hand wrapped around my wrist and tugged me back onto the bed.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I said.
“It’s fine,” he said, his voice husky with sleep. “C’mere.”
Time was short, but I couldn’t resist a naked Ryker. Turning onto his back, he pulled me on top of him, the sheet getting tangled around our legs.
“How’s your stitches?” he asked, his fingers brushing lightly against my arm.
“They’re okay,” I said. “Better than last night. You look tired.” I smoothed a hand across his whiskered jaw.
“It’s been a long couple of days,” he said.
“Everything okay at work? With Leo? Are you done with him now?”
Ryker didn’t answer right away. His eyes looked into mine and his arms circled my waist, holding me close.
“No, I’m not,” he said at last.
That alarmed me. “What’s wrong? What happened yesterday?”
“The FBI has gotten involved,” Ryker said, pushing my hair behind my ear. “I was in meetings about it yesterday. They’re chomping at the bit to get another crack at this guy and vice wants to redeem themselves since the case got tossed.”
I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. “What does that mean?”
“It means … they want me to go undercover again.”
The knot in my stomach turned to lead. I didn’t know much more about cops than what I’d seen on television, but even I knew that being undercover was one of the most dangerous things they did.
“What did you tell them?” I asked.
“I said I needed to think about it,” he replied. “It’s dangerous and …”
“And what?” I was afraid to hope that I’d figured in to his decision at all.
“And I’d have to not see you,” he finished.
“Not see me?”
“I can’t be coming back here if I’m undercover,” he explained. “They’ll have me under constant surveillance once I go back in. I can’t chance leading them here to my house or anywhere near you.”
“But they already know we’re dating,” I protested. “Hello, they showed up practically at my door.”
“So I’ll tell them we broke up. I’m not leading a man as dangerous as Leo Shea right to you.”
I didn’t want to think about not seeing Ryker or knowing how he was doing for God knew how long.
The light blue of his eyes held my gaze and his hands slid up my back underneath my T-shirt. I lowered my head and kissed him, a sweet kiss that rapidly turned into more. Apparently, it didn’t matter if Ryker was tired, judging by the hardness pressed against my thigh.
“I need to get ready for work,” I murmured as his mouth moved down my neck.
“I’d say this’ll be quick, but that might not be much incentive,” he replied. “Instead, I’ll just say I’ll make it worth your while to be late.”
Thoughts of protesting flew out the window as he pushed my pajama pants down my legs and flipped us so I was on my back. In another moment, my T-shirt was dragged over my head and I was as naked as him. Before I could enjoy the full frontal view he was displaying, he was scooting down the bed and spreading my legs.
“Ryker—” I didn’t know what I was going to say, but it turned out not to matter. His head was between my thighs, his mouth on me, and thinking coherently was beyond my abilities.
Ryker was an oral kind of guy and I was a very lucky girl. And loud. My fingers were buried in his hair, holding on for dear life when I came, and the aftershocks were still rippling through me when he slid inside me in one deep thrust.
His dog tags pressed against my breast as he pulled me up to sit astride him. My body felt boneless, but he didn’t need me to do much. His hands gripped my hips as his cock moved inside me. The slide of his flesh against mine had the familiar tension inside my body coiling again.
“Oh God, Ryker …” I sounded like a porno film on steroids, moaning his name, but he didn’t seem to mind.
He moved faster, his mouth fastening to my breast, and stars exploded behind my eyes. My nails dug into his shoulders as I cried out, then he was pulsing inside me, his hands digging into my hips.
The sweet feel of sated lethargy crept over me as Ryker kissed me, a slow, deep kiss made even more intimate with him still inside me. His dog tags were warm from our bodies, the metal pressed between us.