Ryan didn’t choose to leave me.
His fingers slip underneath the front of my top, caressing the skin below. Goosebumps ripple across my flesh, and he chases them with light sensual strokes.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t make it so easy for him, though I’m not doing it for his benefit. It’s for mine. My body’s need is so primal, I can’t bring myself to stop.
Ryan’s the one who’s returned, yet it’s me who’s finally come home.
A thud sounds from the bedroom. He pauses, but doesn’t pull away.
‘Sasha?’ Victoria calls from her bedroom, her voice cracked with emotion. She might not talk about the night our parents died, but I know it still haunts her dreams.
I push Ryan away from me, even though it physically pains me.
‘Coming, Vic. Give me two seconds.’ I try not to stare at the bulge in Ryan’s trousers and fail. Epically.
‘Sorry. It’s the hardest night of the year for her.’ Wiping my lips with the back of my hand, I jump down from the kitchen counter.
‘No, it’s ok. Go.’ He ushers me towards her bedroom door.
It’s probably for the best. Things were spiralling out of control. My hormones assumed control of all rational thought.
We cross the room together and he catches me by the hand. ‘Can I see you tomorrow?’
It’s an effort not to beam in his face. ‘I’m sure we’ll bump into each other at some point.’
‘That’s not what I mean and you know it.’ He tugs me close to him again, pressing his torso unfairly against mine. It’s a battle to think straight with the heady effect he has on me, and that’s before his lips seek out mine again. My tongue slips hungrily inside his mouth before I can stop it.
‘Sash?’ Victoria calls again.
‘I’m going to take that as a yes. Call me if I can help.’ He nods sombrely towards Victoria and slips from the room, leaving a Ryan-scented trail in his wake.
What have I done?
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
RYAN
2ndDecember
Waking up alone in the penthouse bedroom isn’t the worst feeling in the world, especially with the memory of last night’s kiss pressed firmly on my lips. Though it would be immeasurably more satisfying waking up across the hall with my favourite brunette. Blood’s pulsating to my dick so quickly I’m about to burst out of the boxers I slept in.
Considering it’s winter, it’s seriously fucking hot in here.
I hit the shower and give myself a release under the streaming hot water. I can’t think straight with blue balls, and I need my wits about me if I want to get anywhere with Sasha at all.
Kissing her is one thing, but what now? Will we pick up where we left off last night? How will this end well when we live in two separate countries?
Wow.
I need to slow the fuck down before my brain explodes. For all I know, it could have been the wine. She could be full of regret today. If she is, I need to show her she needn’t be.
I glance at my watch. It’s barely seven, but sleep alluded me hours ago and the need to see her is making me physically itch.
I want to do something special for her. Show her how much I care. Prove how sorry I am. Nothing could ever make up for leaving her, but she’s had such a hard life I want to spoil her for a while at least. But how? Sending her breakfast in bed in her own hotel just isn’t going to cut it.
How do you impress the woman who has everything? BecauseGQ’smost eligible fucking bachelor or not, I have a feeling if I’m going to get into Sasha’s favour, I’m going to have my work cut out for me. Even now she has some idea why I left.
Wracking my brains, I search for some sort of inspiration to show her how much I care.
