3. Ryu

Three

Ryu

I’ve barely said two words to her, and my body’s completely wired, just from the way she’s looking at me.

I step closer, ignoring the surrounding chatter. Nothing else matters. All I can see is Tessa. Her curves are screaming at me, every inch of her wrapped up in that damn sweater. Her face, her tits, those wide hips, thick thighs, and that ass—fuck, everything in me is screaming, mine .

“Guess I’ll find out,” she said.

Oh, baby. I’ll make sure you do.

My mind’s going very dirty places. Places where I’ve got her under me, her body arching, begging for more. I can’t stop thinking about grabbing that juicy ass and pulling her against me, seeing how she reacts when she realizes I’m not here to play.

I lean in, lowering my voice just for her. “Trust me, you will.”

Her gorgeous eyes widen for a second—just a flicker—but she recovers fast, smirking like she’s not phased. But I see it. I know the effect I’m having on her, and fuck, that only makes me want her more.

“Why don’t you join me outside?” I suggest in a low voice.

Tessa cocks a perfectly manicured eyebrow, like she’s thinking it over. “Bold.”

“You’ll get used to it.” I wink.

Her lips curve into that naughty smile again. I step back, gesturing to the door that leads out to the deck, not bothering to hide how my eyes track down her body.

Tessa saunters past me, slow and deliberate, and I know she’s swaying her hips on purpose. I follow her outside, the cool air hitting us as soon as we step on the balcony. The night sky is clear, the city lights blinking below us, but my focus is all on her.

As soon as the door clicks shut behind us, I step closer, trapping her between my body and the railing. “You like playing games, sweetheart?”

She turns, facing me. “Depends on the game.”

I lean in, keeping my voice low. “You sure you want to play with a man like me?”

Her breath hitches, but she keeps her cool, meeting my gaze head-on. “I don’t scare easy, Mr. Watanabe.”

That’s all I need to hear. My hand slides to her waist, pulling her just an inch closer, just enough for her to feel how hard I am. “Good.”

She doesn’t pull back of push me away, just bites her lip, and fuck, that does it.

I close the last couple of inches between us, crashing my mouth on hers. It’s not soft, or gentle—I’m not holding back. My hands grip her, feeling those curves I’ve been dying for since the second I laid eyes on her. And the way she moans into my mouth? I’m about to fucking lose it.

Tessa kisses me back, her fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer, like she can’t get enough. I press her against the railing, deepening our kiss, my hand sliding lower, gripping her full, round ass. She gasps against my mouth, and that sound—fuck, it’s everything.

I pull back just enough to whisper against her lips. “You’re mine, Tessa.”

Her breath comes out in a shaky laugh.

I grin, pulling her closer. This Christmas just got a hell of a lot more interesting.