We’re finally taking Ryan home, and he’s looking good, albeit tender and sore. I’m going to be staying at his place to help Lunar and Danger look after him. Roxie said she didn’t mind pet-sitting for a little while longer.
So now we’re at the house, Lunar’s cooking a healthy dinner while I lie in bed next to him, cuddled into his side.
“Thank you,” he says out of nowhere.
“What for?”
“Just for being here. For being you.”
I push up, looking down at him, careful not to lean on his chest. “Of course, I’d be here, Ryan. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Glad to hear it. Now kiss me. I miss your lips.”
“I kissed you this morning.”
“I mean a real kiss, Tillie… tongues thrashing, heavy moaning, a hair-pulling type of kiss.”
My thighs pull tighter at the thought. “How ’bout a compromise? Tongues thrashing and moaning, sure, but no physical exertion. You’re still recovering, Ryan.”
“Okay, fine.” His hand comes up and wraps around the back of my head into my hair, pulling my head down to meet his. I hold my body up so I don’t put any weight on him as my lips crash against his mouth, and we kiss passionately for the first time in over two weeks. Only been a week since the incident, but the week before, we had the repercussions of running into Mel, who I still don’t understand how she fits in.
In this moment, I feel like we’re back on track.
It was hard to tell in the hospital because there were always other people around, but now we’re alone and together, at last, things feel different. Regardless of the unspoken past, I can feel his love for me oozing from his pores, and for now, it’s enough.
I feel like this is where I’m meant to be.
In his arms, kissing him is my safe place.
My haven.
My home.
Chapter Twenty-Three
TILLIE
Twelve Weeks Later
We move together in perfect harmony. Our bodies glisten as I ride Ryan in bed. His hard length thrusts up inside me, stretching me as my nails dig into his chest, slightly scratching his perfect skin. He groans as my head falls back in bliss.
“Oh God, Ryan…” I moan as his fingers dig into my hips, moving me up and down on top of him. This is our second attempt at making love since his surgery—the first was an hour ago, and this feels even better. He’s taking me to a euphoric high as I ride him torturously slowly, taking in every ounce of him, and our moans are hushed, knowing Danger and Lunar are across the hall.
Ryan thrusts up into me deeper as his hand skims across from my hip down between my legs. His thumb presses on my clit, and I gasp at the new heightened pleasure. I bite down hard on my bottom lip, trying to keep quiet as I ride him a little faster, needing to get to the precipice. The muffled moans and deep, heavy breathing fill the room as he presses on my clit, swirling slowly, forcing a rapid heat to fill my veins.
To get the friction we need and want, I move my hips on top of him a little faster. He circles faster while my nails dig into his chest. He groans, then suddenly presses firmly on my clit, sending a jolt right through my core. My muscles tighten as my eyes shut, my skin flames red hot, and a tingle rolls through my body.
He presses again, this time roughly on my clit, then gives it a quick pinch, and I gasp. Sparks cause my body to tremble so fast I melt as I moan out, not caring if Lunar and Danger can hear.
Suddenly, Ryan takes hold of my hips, moaning as he slams into me, his grip rough as he holds me tight against him. I didn’t think he could get any deeper, but I was deliciously wrong. He lets out a strained groan as my entire being ignites, my soul shattering in a mind-blistering orgasm. With unrelenting pressure, he moves my hips, grinding into me. Aftershocks pulse through my body as I feel him jolt, his muscles tensing. I fall forward, my lips seeking his in an unhurried, passionate kiss.
He slides his hands so his grip is now on my ass as he pulls me unbelievably closer, reaching his own state of bliss. Our tongues lazily massage each other’s, and he jerks as his cock twitches inside me. With an intense, throaty groan, he thrusts up once more, making me moan as he releases inside me.
Our bodies are slick with perspiration while we continue to kiss slowly and passionately. Ryan slides his hands up my back, pulling me into an embrace, and holds me to him. Wanting to savor the connection we have, I slowly pull back from the kiss, resting my forehead on his, and look into his bright green eyes.
“That was…”
“Yeah,” he simply replies.
