Kaiya Marlow has always been cautious, precise in every decision she makes. When her dark past threatens to resurface, she decides to take precautions to protect herself by enrolling in self-defense classes at her gym.
Her instructor, Ryker Campbell, is the tattooed womanizer everyone warns about. Kaiya deliberately avoids Ryker outside of their classes together, but the more time they spend training together, the harder it is for Kaiya to resist him.
Ryker's view on relationships is simple: strictly sex, nothing more. Haunted by demons from his past, he never allows himself to become attached to any woman. No attachment means no weakness, no vulnerability, no pain. He doesn't realize that his whole world is about to be turned upside down when the stunning Kaiya enters his self-defense class. Determined to have her, at least for one night, Ryker sets a plan into motion that will change both of their lives forever.
Will love be able to heal their scars, or will they be too deep to overcome?
“Why
are you avoiding me?” Ryker angrily spat, closing the door to the sauna.
His eyes ran over me as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. Clad
only in a pair of gym shorts and no shirt, his skin gleamed with a sheen
of sweet. He looked like he’d just finished working out. Fuck me.
“Are you really going to do this in here?” I snapped back as I clutched my towel to me.
His
voice was gruff and matter of fact. “I have no other choice—you've
missed class for almost three weeks now, and you won't answer my calls.”
“I've been busy,” I lied.
The
truth was that I'd been sulking around my apartment trying not to think
of Ryker, which was almost impossible. He dominated every thought, much
like his presence did in real life.
Eyes
narrowing in determination, he advanced toward me, causing me to back
up into the tile wall. Surprisingly, I wasn't scared—Ryker never caused
that kind of fear in me. What he made me feel was more of an
exhilarating kind of the fear, the kind you get when you're about to do
something like bungee jump or skydive, the kind that excites your soul.
Caging
me between his arms, my already fevered skin heated more from his
proximity as he pressed against me with his body. I hadn't realized just
how much I missed his touch until his skin reunited with mine, making
me feel as though a piece of me had been lost since we'd last been
together.
Ryker's
eyes met mine, and there was no denying the desire and longing in them.
“Always fighting me, Warrior,” he softly spoke as he caressed my cheek
with the back of his knuckles. Leaning in, he grazed my neck with his
lips. The combination of heat from the steam and his mouth began to
blanket me in a heady fog, evaporating all thought and replacing it with
lust.
“I've
missed you,” Ryker murmured against my skin before tracing the curve of
my jaw with his tongue. My breath escaped in a low moan as he pulled my
body closer to him, leaving no space between us while he continued to
taste me.
My
hands tangled in his hair, leaving my loose towel barely clinging to my
sweaty skin. When he brought his lips to mine, I let go of everything,
losing myself in him and how he made me feel.
He
groaned in my mouth as our tongues met, tangling together seamlessly as
he lifted me. My legs automatically wrapped around him as he pressed me
up against the wall, his hardened erection pushing against my already
heated core.
Ryker
nipped at my lips as he ripped the towel from my body, tossing it to
the floor as his callused hands reacquainted themselves with my skin.
God, I missed him. I don't think I'll ever be the same without his
touch. Finding my breasts, Ryker's talented fingers massaged my stiff
nipples before his mouth claimed them. The blissful combination of his
soft, wet mouth and hard, smooth tongue ring against my sensitive flesh
caused a moan to escape from my throat.
Leaning
my head back against the wall, I let Ryker consume me. He eagerly
suckled my breasts, pulling each nipple with his teeth before caressing
it with that amazing piercing again. I love how he makes me feel—so
alive … almost whole.
“Ryker,”
I breathlessly moaned as I reached for his shorts. Slipping my hand
inside, I found his cock and pulled it out, needing him to fill me.
He
didn't hesitate—he never did. Gripping my hips, he thrust himself
inside my slick sex as his mouth reclaimed mine. Sweat beaded on our
skin as he roughly pummeled me against the tile, taking me closer to
heaven with each stroke.
Ryker's
thick shaft stretched my walls, the pleasurable pain spreading
throughout every inch of my limbs. I reveled in how he made me forget
everything else, immersing me in us and the beauty of how our bodies
perfectly connected. He unraveled and completed me all at the same time.
“Fuck, I missed you, baby, missed the taste of your sweet skin,” Ryker groaned against my lips.
I love it when he talks to me like that.
I
forced him deeper inside me with my legs, tightening my hold around his
hips. He growled his approval, increasing the pace and intensity of his
thrusts as his cock blissfully ravaged me.
Ryker's
lips left mine as he nuzzled his face into my neck and placed soft
kisses along my skin. “I haven't been able to get you off my mind. I've
been going crazy thinking about you, baby.”
“Me too. I've missed you so much,” I whimpered as I guided his mouth back to mine.
His
strength amazed me, unwavering as he supported my weight while
simultaneously using his body to fuck me senseless. Ryker continuously
pumped into me, creating a sensual rhythm just for us as our bodies
molded together in harmony.
Ryker
pulled back and grasped my face in his inked hands. “Never again,
Warrior.” His voice was gruff and deep, laced with emotion. “Can't go
through that again.”
“Never, baby, never,” I whispered.
His
mouth crashed on mine again. Every press of Ryker's lips, every caress
from his hands, and every stroke of his amazing cock pushed me closer to
ecstasy. My body ached for it, needing release after craving Ryker for
so long.
As
if sensing how close I was, Ryker pounded harder into me, creating the
perfect combination of pain and pleasure within my body. My nails raked
across his back as I cried out in euphoria, my climax sending tremors of
sensation throughout my limbs. My thighs trembled against his hips as
his strokes intensified in both speed and strength, seeking his own
release. Seconds later, he withdrew his throbbing cock from my sex
before shooting his cum up between my breasts.
The
sticky heat of the room was stifling, making it more difficult to
breathe as we disentangled ourselves. Picking up my towel, Ryker gently
wiped his release from my skin, snapping me out the sensual fog we’d
created. Immediately, I felt self-conscious, causing panic to root
within me. Anxiety began to tighten in my body, trying to seize every
muscle in its grasp as it attempted to take hold.
Ryker's hand cupped my cheek. “What's wrong?”
My
eyes snapped to his, trying to focus on him to pull myself out of my
downward spiral. My chest heaved as it struggled to breathe, causing
Ryker's eyes to crease in worry. “Breathe, baby, breathe. It's okay,
everything is okay.”
Breathe.
In, out, in, out. The pressure began to relinquish as I concentrated on
Ryker's face. Both of his hands clasped my face. “You with me, baby?”
I
gave him a tight nod. My chest was still somewhat constricted, and my
muscles were stiff, but the tension was slowly easing away. “I'm sorry—I
have to go,” I stammered as I snatched the towel from Ryker's hand. I
darted around him toward the exit while trying to wrap the cloth around
me.
“You
don't have to run from me, Warrior,” he called out after me. Ryker’s
words stopped me, only a few feet from the door. I felt him behind me as
his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my body against his. Pressing
a soft kiss to my shoulder, he murmured, “Talk to me, baby.”
My
mouth dried up, the words stuck in my throat. I blinked rapidly,
willing back tears. Ryker slowly turned me to face him and pressed our
foreheads together as he released a breath.
“I
know you've been hurt before, experienced things that no one should
ever have to. Just know that I'd never do that to you. Ever. I know
you're probably not ready to talk about it yet, but when you are, I'll
be here.”
And with those words, Ryker smashed a small hole in the barrier surrounding the broken pieces of my heart.
My name is Nikki Narvaez. I was born and raised in San Antonio, TX, where I currently live with my husband, our two dogs, Bella and Oreo, and our cat, Cupcake. I have been teaching for four years, but I hope to become a full-time writer and stay at home mom one day. I am 27 years old, and have three older sisters who have blessed me with four nephews and one niece. In my free time, I love to write and play Texas Hold 'Em poker.
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