“Says the man who told me the Ford Method has nothing to do with sex.”
“It doesn’t,” Ryan said as he yanked down the low-cut neckline of my shirt, exposing my breast. “But you and me—we have a lot to do with it. Because you’re it for me.”
The words on my tongue died as soon as he latched onto my breast and sucked. I arched my back and writhed, desperate to get closer to him, but I couldn’t. Ryan had trapped my wrists above my head, and had wedged his body between my legs, stopping me from squeezing my thighs together for relief.
“God, I missed you,” Ryan murmured as he buried his face between my breasts and nuzzled against the soft swells.
The scrape of his stubbled jaw felt incredible. The roughness sparked the rush of goosebumps racing up my neck.
“We can skip the foreplay,” I whimpered as he sucked my pebbled nipple between clenched teeth, teasing it with a mix of searing pain and overwhelming delight. “Fuck me. Right now.”
Ryan’s responding chuckle was dark and devious. “Skipping the foreplay is never an option, cupcake.”
“Ry—” I pleaded as heat boiled in my core.
He groaned against my throat as he kissed from pulse point to pulse point. “I’ve missed the way you say my name. Say it again.”
“Ryan,” I whispered as he sucked on my throat.
The pressure against my wrists released. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head in one fell swoop.
“Bra off,” he snapped as he made quick work of taking off my jeans.
I didn’t have to be told twice. Ryan shucked off his gym shorts and pulled off his t-shirt. “There’s my pretty girl,” he said with rumbling reverence as he lazily thumbed a nipple. “Missed you so much, baby.”
“Touch me, please,” I whispered.
His smile widened. “Atta girl. You remembered that you were supposed to beg.”
“Ass,” I grumbled.
“Touch you . . .” Ryan mused. “Like this?” He slid down the bed as he left a line of kisses from my sternum to my pelvis.
I shook my head.
“Or maybe like this?” he asked as he pushed my knees wide and bit the soft skin of my thigh hard enough to leave a mark.
“Closer,” I begged.
“Hmm.” He traced the gusset of my underwear, just shy of where I wanted him most. “Here?”
“Closer—”
Ryan’s fingers grazed my pussy as he wrapped his fingers around the middle of my underwear and tugged.Hard.I screamed as the tight fabric pinched and teased my clit.
“So fucking wet already,” he said as he slipped a finger into my entrance as I caught my breath. He pulled hard again, demanding another cry from my lips.
“Please—please fuck me.”
Ryan tugged my panties to the side, exposing my pussy. “Your cunt looks so pretty when it’s puffy and dripping for me.”
Heat flooded my cheeks as I watched as he studied my most intimate parts. Slowly, he put my underwear back into place and squeezed my sex.
“But—” I stammered. “Please?—”
Ryan grabbed the hips of my underwear and yanked. “I can think of a few more ways to get you ready for me.”
I squeezed my legs together, rocking side to side as he eased off of me to take his boxers off.
