I tried to stop him. “Shouldn’t you be taking it easy on your ankle? I don’t want—”
Ryker put a finger over my mouth, then winked and placed my arms around his neck. He wrapped his own around my waist and moved us side to side, in time to the beat, so all I had to do was follow.
I could feel every part of him, from chest to toes, and it was more than heady. I wanted to writhe and rut against him and that was dangerous, because I could never control my reactions around him, and that was evident in my pants. I hoped it was too dark from him to see my embarrassment.