Chapter 31
Thirty-One
It’s a quick drive back to the yellow house, but I can’t get there soon enough.
I’d been having fun with Ryan at the bar—joking, laughing, flirting. But after we left, Braden’s messages replayed in my mind. Knowing he had been watching me twists an otherwise good night into something else. I’m trying to shake it off, reminding myself the night belongs to Ryan and me, not him.
After thanking Carson for the ride, I practically drag Ryan up the sidewalk to the back door.
He chuckles when I punch the wrong code into the lock. Gripping my hip, he leans close to my ear. “Slow down, Baby. No need to rush.” I shiver as his warm breath grazes my neck.
My second attempt is successful. Turning the knob, I stumble through the door into the mudroom, pulling Ryan with me. I slam it shut and grab his shirt, pushing him back against the wall. My lips crash onto his for exactly three seconds before the alarm by the door lights up and starts beeping.
“For fuck’s sake,” I mumble, reaching for the keypad and entering the numbers without fully breaking the kiss.
He takes only a moment to catch up. With one hand on my waist, the other travels up the column of my neck, squeezing gently. I moan into his lips, deepening the kiss as my hands wrap around his back.
I gasp when Ryan takes control, leading us into the kitchen, guiding me backwards until the edge of the harvest table presses against the back of my thighs. When he pulls away, I’m caught by the intensity in his eyes, dark and full of want in the dim light.
“We should talk first,” he says softly, running his fingers through my hair.
“Fuck first, talk later,” I say, running my hand over the hard bulge in his pants.
His breath hitches. “You make it hard to say no to you.”
“Then don’t.” I kiss him again.
“We need to talk about what happened at the bar,” he says, voice rough as he presses against me.
“And we will.” I nip his bottom lip gently. “Later.”
“Fuck.” A low groan escapes him as I squeeze him a little harder.
Pulling back, I lift the hem of my shirt, and he helps me tug it over my head and lets it fall to the floor. His hand slides over my ribs and around my back. With one swift motion, he unclasps my lacy black bra and peels it away. My skin prickles in the cool air.
Twisting my hair around his fist, he tips my head back, his lips trailing from mine, down along my jaw, to the pulse in my neck.
“Ryan,” I whimper, leaning into him as he gently sucks.
He releases me and asks in a ragged voice, “What do you need?”
“You,” I groan. “All of you.”
“You have me,” he says, as I watch him lower himself to one knee to slip off my boots. Winking, he slowly lowers the zipper of the first and slides it from my foot, followed by my sock. He presses a gentle kiss on the inside of my knee before moving to the other side and repeating the process.
Rising, he keeps his stormy eyes locked on mine as he unbuttons the top of my jeans and drags down the zipper. When he hooks his thumbs under my waistband, I grin and wiggle my hips as he pulls my pants and thong down over my ass and thighs. When they pool at my feet, I kick them out of the way.
Everything inside me softens. The rush to get as close as possible, as fast as possible, has melted away.
I lift myself onto the table, leaning back on my palms, chest rising and falling too quickly as I watch him, watching me with adoration in his eyes. No one has ever made me feel like this.
Biting his bottom lip, he pushes me back until I’m lying across the cool wooden surface.
He stands between my open legs, still fully clothed, and leans over my body, placing tender kisses along my breasts.
I groan as he draws a nipple into his mouth, sucking softly.
He lingers for a moment before claiming my lips again.
My hands thread through his hair at the nape of his neck, wanting him closer.
I whimper when he pulls away and bends low, sliding his hands down my calves, his palms warm on my skin. He guides my legs up, placing each foot on the edge of the table, spreading me wide, leaving my wet pussy fully exposed.
“Please,” I whimper.
His breath deepens as he sinks to his knees in front of me. The sight of him on the kitchen floor, hands braced against my inner thighs, looking up at me as if I am the only thing in the room that matters, makes my pulse race.
“Good,” he praises. “Just like that.”
The air between us thickens. I can barely breathe as he brushes feather-light kisses along my inner thigh, higher and higher. Each one makes it impossible to think about anything except where he’ll go next. A shaky breath escapes me, and I let my head tip back.
He settles his hands a little firmer on my thighs, his warm breath brushing my centre. Nothing else matters but him right here, right now.
“Ryan,” I groan.
He shifts slightly closer to the place that makes me tremble.
“Stop teasing,” I say, a soft moan escaping my lips.
His heated eyes lock on to mine.
Reaching between my knees, I tug on his hair, letting him know I am desperate for more. Now.
Finally, I feel the warmth of his mouth against my pussy. My hands clutch his hair tighter, guiding him closer as his tongue teases the sensitive spot that makes my body quiver.
Another moan escapes me, shaky and breathless as he works me with slow, deliberate strokes. Each one sends sparks through me. I lift into him, chest heaving, utterly lost to the sensation of his tongue circling my clit.
“God…Ryan,” I gasp, fingers still tangled in his hair.
His lips and tongue drive me higher and higher. Every touch sharpens the fire burning inside me.
I can’t hold back any longer. My back arches, and a shuddering cry escapes my lips as pleasure crashes through me, leaving me trembling beneath him.
He lets me ride out every last spark of my release before lifting his head, smiling with satisfaction.
“Up here. Now,” I command, voice breathless. His eyes, dark with hunger, bore into mine as he rises to his feet. Leaning down, he captures my mouth in a heated kiss. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue. His hands slide over my body as if committing each curve to memory.
Breaking away, he steps back just enough, fingers deftly undoing his zipper. My heart hammers as he frees himself from behind his boxer briefs. I groan, anticipation coursing through me as he aligns himself, pressing against my swollen pussy.
My hands clutch his forearms, and my back arches off the table as he plunges into me with one smooth stroke.
“Holy fuck…I’m not going to last long,” he groans. “You feel amazing.”
He moves faster now, each thrust deep and hard. The table grates against the floor beneath me, jolting with each flex of his hips.
I gasp and dig my nails into him, gripping him tightly as my small breasts bounce.
Heat coils tight in my belly as I feel another orgasm come barrelling towards me.
Sensing my need, he spits where we are joined and uses his finger pads to circle around my sensitive clit. The contact makes me detonate.
A low groan rumbles through his chest, and his grip on my hips tightens as his body tenses. With one last stroke, his cock pulses as he comes deep inside me.
My feet slip from the edge of the table and wrap around him as he collapses over me, resting his head on my chest.
He lies there for a moment until our breaths gradually even out. I trace small patterns on his back, savouring the weight of him.
He shifts, easing up to standing, keeping us both joined for a moment.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice husky.
I smile as he brushes a strand of hair from my cheek. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
Pulling back, he carefully slides fully out of me. I watch as he tucks himself away but leaves his zipper open.
Taking my hand, he helps me to my feet and pulls me into a hug. I can feel the evidence of his release trickle down my inner thigh. Didn’t think that through, did we?
When he notices me shiver, he removes his grey Henley and pulls it over my head and arms. The warmth of the fabric against my bare skin and the intimacy of the gesture makes me pause. It’s small, but it means something.
Naked under his large shirt, I let him guide me towards the stairs. I stop long enough to grab my bag off the floor, but my discarded clothing can wait until later.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he suggests, his voice low and husky.
I grin, brushing a hand along his arm. “I think it’s time for you to take your clothes off, Pretty Boy. It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked in this scenario.”
He laughs softly, leaning down to press a kiss on my temple. “Deal. Lead the way, Trouble.”