Alena’s P.O.V
Ryker and I rushed into the hotel, straight towards the elevator, both as anxious as the other to get to our room. The elevator door closes, and the first thing Ryker does is push me against the wall, his body pressing hard against mine and his lips covering my own, in a heated kiss. I moaned loudly, my fingers falling in his hair, tugging it roughly. Ryker let out a loud grunt against my lips; he loved when I pull at his hair.
“f**k, as soon as we get inside that room, I am ripping these clothes off you, Alena,” He said firmly.
“Is that a promise,” I breathed out.
“Yes,” He said our lips meeting again, “See if there weren’t cameras in here, I would f**k you right here and now,” He mumbled against my lips.
I moaned, the thought of that exciting me, de
