Don’t Poke the Luna
Chapter 63
Xena’s POV
The air in my motorcycle shop was thick with the scent of oil and steel. The dim light cast shadows across his chiseled jaw, and those piercing eyes of his locked onto mine, daring me to make a mave. A spark ignited deep in my chest, wild and reckless, and i couldn’t shake the words echoing in my head: If you can play, so can
I stepped closer, my boots scuffing against the concrete floor, and before I could overthink it, my hand darted out. My fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts, brushing against the heat of his skin. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly. deliberately, feeling him harden under my touch. My heart slammed gainst my ribcage like a drum, each beat urging me on. This was a risk, a challenge–he’d pushed me before, and now it was my turn to push back.
“Xena,” Ryder growled, his voice low and rough, a warning laced with heat. “You’re playing with fire.”
I tilted my chin up, meeting his gaze with a defiant smirk. “Good thing I’m ready to burn.”
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For a heartbeat, we stood there, the tension crackling between us like a live wire. Then, with a sound that was half–growl, half–snarl, Ryder yanked my hand away. Before I could catch my breath, his hands were on me, tugging my shorts down in one swift motion until they pooled at my ankles. My mind blanked, a rush of shock and raw need flooding through me. My skin prickled as the cool air hit me, but the heat in his eyes burned hotter than anything I’d ever felt.
I barely registered what was happening before he stripped off my shift and bra, leaving me bare in front of him. My breath hitched, my chest heaving as embarrassment warred with desire. Then he lifted me, strong arms hoisting me onto the counter. Papers, tools, even the old rotary phone clattered to the floor as he cleared the space with a sweep of his arm. He parted my legs, spreading thera wide, and my eyes widened as I realized how exposed I was–how much I wanted this.
“Watch me,” he commanded, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through me. “Watch what I do to you.”
My gaze locked onto his hands, those rough, capable fingers that knew exactly where to touch. They moved over me with a precision that stole my breath, teasing, stroking, igniting every nerve in my body. I gripped the edge of his shorts, my nails digging in as I fought to anchor myself against the tidal wave of sensation. My heart was a runaway train, pounding so hard I thought it might burst. Shame flickered at the edges of my mind, but it was swallowed whole by the pleasure crashing through me.
“Oh–oh–oh!” The sounds tore from my throat, desperate and broken, as I teetered on the edge of release. But just as I was about to fall, Ryder pulled his hand back, leaving me dangling in agonizing emptiness.
I nearly sobbed, my body trembling with unmet need. “What the hell” I gasped, my face flushing hot as I glared at him.
He smirked, that infuriating, sexy smirk that made me want to slap him and kiss him all at once. “What’s that, huh?”
“Please,” I begged, the word spilling out before I could stop it. Pride be damned–I needed him to finish what he’d started.
Ryder didn’t hesitate. He flipped me over, my stomach pressing against the cold counter as he buried his face between my thighs. My hips jolted, a cry escaping me as his mouth took over, hot and relentless. I rode the waves of his tongue, one hand fisting in his hair to keep him there, the other clawing at the counter. Thought melted away, drowned by the flood of ecstasy building inside me. My nails scraped against him, my voice reduced to shattered moans. Don’t stop, don’t stop, I screamed in my head, but all that came out was, “Oh, Ryder, please!”
His fingers joined in, pressing and circling as he sucked harder, and finally–finally–he let me go. The release hit me like a storm, shattering me into a million pieces. I felt weightless, floating, my body trembling as the aftershocks rippled through me. Ryder shuddered too, his breath ragged against my skin as he pulled back, leaving me sprawled across the counter, legs splayed, completely undone.
