I laughed at the same time my eyes rolled.“That’s a done deal for you, huh?”
“Your legs around my waist?”I watched his hands as he signed then lifted my eyes to his. My stomach tensed from the sexy confident grin that eased onto his face.
“Yes?”
“After I get to know you a little better, yes.”
I grinned.“You don’t have to get to know me to have sex with me.”
“I know, and if this were any other situation, you would already be naked and sitting on my dick. But I don’t just want sex, Somee. I want you, which means I have to know who I’m wanting.”
“And what if all I want is sex?”
“Then I’ll give you that and change your mind about the rest later.”
I lifted my glass from between my thighs, drinking what was left before I stood. Our chairs were so close that I was literally between Ryland’s legs. I hooked my fingers into my shorts and panties, pushed them over my hips and down my legs, and stepped out of them. He watched me but didn’t move, not even when I bent to lift my shorts and dropped them in his lap.
“Sex is all you get. Take it or leave it,”I signed, then walked out of the kitchen. My heart raced, my stomach twisted, and my pussy pulsed with the anticipation of him accepting my offer.
I was still in my sweatshirt which thankfully covered my ass on the rare chance that Rylee just happened to wake up and come looking for me… or Ryland. Since I supposed it could be either of us she sought out now.
Once I hit the landing at the top of the stairs, I paused. How was this supposed to work? I hadn’t completely thought this through. My bedroom or his?
His, for sure.
The last thing I needed was Ryland’s scent lingering on my pillows and in my sheets, reminding me of all the ways he was about to touch me. Instead of going left to my room, I went right en route to his.
I moved just in time to catch a glimpse of Ryland reaching the top of the stairs. I pushed through the French doors, entering his room. By the time he crossed over the threshold, my sweatshirt was on the floor and I stood at the foot of his bed.
My pulse hammered, making my head feel cloudy. When Ryland was close enough so his fingers brushed over my skin at the base of my hip, I gave up on not letting this moment with him be a big deal.
It was a very big fucking deal that was going to change everything about me. There was a weighted energy around us that had my stomach tight. The way Ryland looked at me was a warning that only allowed a few seconds to process what it felt like to feel him.
One of his incredibly large hands wrapped around the side of my neck and the other made contact with my hip, gripping me possessively tight before his mouth crashed into mine. His tongue pushed against mine, hard and demanding.
My head was swimming and my fingers curled into fists at my side to try and ground myself and keep from touching him. Touching this man was going to be a whole problem. There was no doubt in my mind that I would get lost in a place I couldn’t guarantee residence.
This is temporary…
Ryland wasn’t on the same page because the deeper our kiss, the more invested he became. His hands moved down my shoulder and up my side, leaving a trail of heat followed by chills that had me clenching my thighs. When he pulled away, allowing his eyes to lock with mine, I knew I was in trouble. I watched the curve of his lips before he nipped my bottom lip and pushed a hand between my thighs.
Heat blazed from the pit of my stomach, moving out quickly and through my body when his finger pushed into me. His tongue stroked mine at the same lazy pace that his fingers thrust deep, then he was gone. My eyes snapped open to find his on me, paired with that arrogant smile. Ryland walked me back and lifted me onto the bed. I sank into the mattress, watchingthrough lazy lids while he tugged at his shirt, lifted it over his head, then tossed it on the floor.
“You’re so beautiful. So gotdamn beautiful,”he signed.
There was no point in hiding my smile because I would bet everything I owned he could see it all over my face, not just with the curve of my lips.
I watched as Ryland pushed his shorts off, leaving him in just briefs. My gaze followed as he crossed the room, heading to the closet. This man’s body was so damn sexy. A lifetime of football graced him with a body of hard lines and muscles that flexed when he moved. So many damn muscles and all that beautiful ink that danced over them.
When he was on his way back to me, my eyes moved over his chest to his broad shoulders before dropping lower. A light dusting of hair trailed down the center of his abs and when my gaze dipped lower I was blessed with his glorious, hard length. Long, thick, and very intimidating. He approached with condoms that he tossed on the bed and my stomach dropped once more. This was happening.
His eyes fastened to mine while I was granted the warmth and pressure of his fingers moving up my thighs, over my hips and back down, spreading me open. Then I had his head between my legs and his mouth on me.
Oh fuck, yes, this is definitely happening.
My spine curved just enough for me to feel the stretch as it arched from the mattress. His eyes lifted and locked on mine intensely before his tongue pushed into me. His palms pressed the insides of my thighs, spreading them wider while he licked me long and deep.
Watching him intensified the moment because he occasionally looked up to make sure those dark browns were locked in, gauging and assessing me. My heart was a chaotic mess, my skin blazed, and my stomach tightened as he workedhis tongue with deep plunges that had my body preparing for lift off. He captured my clit between his lips, sucking hard at the same time he snaked two fingers inside me.
