Using two hands he unhooks the front clasps and slowly peels back the material exposing my breasts to the chilly room. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be in fiery bombshell red from here on out.”
I immediately think of the two I already have in red, but decide if this thing lasts longer than tonight, I’ll need to stock up.
“Lift your foot up.” He holds on to my knee as I question him with my eyes, but I do what he says. With my knee free from the couch, Ryland twists his body taking me with him until I’m lying on my back. The cold leather causes a shiver and my nipples peak more.
“My ankle is fine, Ryland.” I wrap my legs around his midsection and pull him toward me so our bodies line up.
His tongue roams across my chest and neck stopping every few inches to kiss or suck on my skin. “Are you sure?”
“Oh my god. Shut up. It’s fine.” I push him back until he’s standing over me with hungry eyes.
Tomorrow’s a vast unknown. Let alone where Ryland will be in two months, but right now he’s mine and I won’t let the opportunity pass me by. I'm done waiting for my life to line up perfectly. Screw my previous version of perfect. I’m ready to make a few minor adjustments. Maybe.
