He was one of them.
He moved toward me and looked me over with appreciation and a smile.
“Water. You’re soaked.”
Soaked and looking like I’d participated in a wet t-shirt contest.
“The house is full of leaks. I’ll change. I can be ready in ten minutes.”
He wasn’t listening, his eyes fixed on my breasts—my breasts that were practically on display with my dress clinging to them because I only relied on the built-in cups as opposed to wearing a bra.
He stepped closer with a smirk on his face.
“I should help you change.” He reached for me but I smacked his hands away playfully and giggled.
“Ryan, this wasn’t how I wanted you to see me.”
His eyes turned darker with lust and desire, turning me on—turning me on so much a lump formed in my throat.
“I have no complaint.” He reached for me again but I moved out of the way.
“I do—you look like a million bucks while I look like I just washed up on the beach.”
“Sweetheart, I know what washed up on the beach looks like, and that is not you.” He chuckled, moving closer to me.
He backed me right up into the corner of the room, near the bed. I moved until I came in contact with the wall and he placed his hands on either side of me to block my escape.
“This isn’t making me get ready any quicker.” I giggled when he placed a kiss on the bridge of my nose and leaned down so his face loomed just in front of mine. The fresh woodland scent of his aftershave filled my nose, along with the tantalizing scent of him. He smelled really good—really, really good, like edible good. I knew if I could taste him I’d be satisfied for life.
“I have a new plan,” he declared. Mischief flickered hot in his gaze.
“What are you thinking?”
“I want to know what you’re thinking first. I know you’re turned on, but you didn’t say anything sexy. That must mean something I haven’t figured out just yet.”
“Well we can take a break from trying to figure me out.” I placed my hands on his chest.
I wanted a break because since we’d started this little game, he was getting so good at it. Ryan trying to figure me out was getting dangerously close to my heart. He seemed to know my inner desires and even my thoughts. He’d gone past the wall I’d built up to shield myself and I didn’t even know how.
He brushed his nose over mine and smiled.
“I don’t want to, baby. Brooke and Ryan 101—that is us. Never start a game you can’t finish, and definitely don’t do that with me.”
I smiled as he brushed his lips over mine. “You’re the rebel tonight.” The version of him that weakened my knees and made me crumble.
“I am.” He lifted my chin toward him and smiled at me. “I want to hear it, not just guess. It’s so much more fun if you tell me.”
“I was thinking…” What was this?
Nerves gripped me, nerves I’d never felt before. I could always hold my own, but this guy had pushed me into some sort of abstract dimension where I felt nervous around him, and the nerves made me not want to mess up so he’d still want me.
He looked like he wanted me.
“I was thinking,” I started again, biting the inside of my lip to hide a smile. “That you look like you taste good.”
“Oh.” He nodded. “You want to taste me?”
“Yes.”
