“Can’t wait.”
She backed away from me and gave me one last smile before she walked out the door.
I got the feeling our 101 classes were about to progress into something more.
* * *
Brooke
* * *
I simply meant to tell him thanks and express how grateful I was. I’d even wanted to elaborate a little on what had happened with Sally, within reason, of course, as I wouldn’t discuss anything personal she wouldn’t want anyone else knowing.
I was ecstatic to be doing the story again, but damn I was more ecstatic at the thought of being with Ryan.
I was crazy. This was crazy, and I’d set up this…whatever it was we were going to do.
Yes, I had gone to the station to say thanks, and then sexual desire had taken over. I’d taken one look at him and he’d turned me on. He didn’t have to do anything; just the sight of him sent my nerves into overdrive and heat washed over me.
Then I’d said what was on my mind.
When I was turned on, I said whatever came to my mind first without thinking. That was me. All the other stuff, like my body’s reaction and my emotions, came second.
So, when I’d said I wanted to thank him properly, I’d been thinking of the crazy way I wanted to kiss his delicious lips and run my hands all over his body until it drove me insane.
When I’d asked him what time he finished work, my mind had already started conjuring up all the ways I could get him into my house and into my bed. The image of him on the beach with his perfect abs on display and perfect everything was enough to make me jump from being civil and logical to the lust-crazed woman I was now.
Breathe, breathe. I needed to breathe.
As I walked around my sitting room, I brought my hands up to my cheeks from the shock of what I’d said to him. I knew I gave the impression of being overly sexual and confident, but I wasn’t actually like that and God, I felt like I’d basically invited Ryan over for sex.
He hadn’t said no.
It had taken me twenty minutes to get home, and in five minutes, it would be an hour from when he’d said he could be home in an hour.
I swallowed hard and as I heard the screech of a car outside, I straightened out the crease in my dress. It was a little summer dress I’d chosen to suit the reading at the library. It wasn’t fancy, but I supposed it was sexy.
Nerves filled my stomach when footsteps sounded on the porch and then the door opened—the door I’d left unlocked and ajar.
More footsteps and then he was standing in the doorway of the sitting room. He looked like he’d rushed.
I stood by the fireplace gazing at him, absorbing the seductive way he looked at me.
I took a step forward and he came inside. He walked over to me and the moment he leaned down, I fell into the kiss and pressed my hands against the solid wall of his chest.
“You made it.” I spoke against his lips.
“As if I wouldn’t.” He smiled into a kiss that turned hungrier.
He moved back with me until I was pressed up against the wall near the bookshelf. I got lost in him.
I’d never gotten lost in anything or anyone.
I may have been drunk the first time I kissed him, but I remembered that feeling. It was odd for me. It was odd and alluring, making me want more, and more was exactly what he gave. He kissed me like he needed me and wanted me both at the same time, like he wanted to consume me and everything that was me.
And, God, I kissed him like that too.
When I tugged on his jacket, he slid it off and grabbed my waist. Then he yanked so hard on my dress that the cute little buttons that held it together on my shoulders popped off and bounced somewhere on the wooden floor.
