Page 66 of Runaway Bride’s Husband

My entire body was already tingling as his lips moved against mine with an urgency that eradicated any doubt that I might’ve been imagining his attraction to me. There was also the matter of the hard bulge growing against my lower belly.

Ryan clearly wanted me, and right now, I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted a man before. I’d been quietly, secretly wanting him for weeks, but after that kiss yesterday, the desire had been consuming me. Trying to bury it in unearthing my grandfather’s secrets had almost helped, but then he’d gotten home with that dress, and the rest? Well, it was history.

I swept my tongue into his mouth and moaned when he nipped at my lower lip before kissing me again, his arm banding tighter around my hips. He held me flush against him, kissing me with even more passion than he had yesterday.

If that kiss had blown my mind, this one was going to haunt me for the rest of my life. It was the kind of kiss that could ruin a girl for other men. Briefly, I wondered if I should warn him, but that would mean breaking the kiss and I wasn’t about to do that.

While one of his arms remained snaked around my hips, he took my face in the other, his whole upper body involved with the kiss. I felt him everywhere, pressed up against me, the warmth of his breath on my skin, and the firm touch of his fingertips on my jaw.

It was embarrassing how hard my heart was already pounding and even more embarrassing that I could already feel myself getting wet, but Ryan wasn’t shy or embarrassed about his need at all. As he kept ravishing my mouth like he wouldn’t stop until he’d conquered me and taken my entire body as his own, his hips got involved too, rolling in these little rocking motions that had me moaning in no time at all.

“Ryan,” I whispered, but I wasn’t sure what I was asking.

All I could do was scrunch his shirt between my fingers and pull him closer. Thankfully, as I was starting to learn was always the case, he seemed to know what I needed even if I hadn’t gotten there myself yet.

“Yeah, okay. I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”

He murmured the words between kisses, then started walking us backward until he pressed me against the wall separating the living area from the kitchen. With his weight sinking into me, keeping me pinned against the wood, I practically melted, feeling like I was burning up from the inside out.

His hips started rolling again, in slower, more deliberate motions this time, and as soon as that hard heat of him ground against my core, sparks sped through me like fireworks. My fingers tightened around his hair of their own accord and my eyes slid shut.

“God, Ryan,” I moaned into his mouth. “Yes.”

A low groan vibrated through his chest and he broke the kiss, bringing his lips to my ear as he did it again. More sparks raced through me, so intense this time that I whimpered.

“You can tell me to stop anytime, Mags,” he murmured, his voice huskier and rougher than usual. “I hope you won’t, but if you want to stop, just say the word.”

“No.” I didn’t even think about the offer, pulling at his hair a little harder instead. “I want more, not less.”

“More?” I felt his lips curve into a smirk against my skin. “How much more?”

“All of it,” I admitted, breathing hard when he kept grinding against me. “Everything. What else is there?”

He let out a quiet, throaty chuckle, then slid his hand down to mine and tugged me away from the wall. I crashed back into his chest, surprised when he started moving us toward the potentially haunted bedroom.

Between fervent kisses and not really knowing the place that well, we crashed into a few solid wood tables and a lamp, but soon enough, he was laying me down on the lumpy old mattress. Before I could even begin to fathom that a ghost or two could be watching us in here, his body curved around mine on the bed and he was kissing me again.

I rolled into him, one of my hands finding his hip while the other was pinned between us. That hardly mattered, though. One was plenty to finally get to run my fingers over his body, feeling the strength of him through his shirt.

Naturally, as soon as that thought occurred to me, I realized he shouldn’t be wearing a shirt anymore at all and I reached for the buttons, clumsily undoing them all with just that one, trembling hand. When the fabric fell open, I pressed my palm to his abs and moaned again.

Ryan shuddered slightly against me, one of his hands finally sliding up under my shirt to my ribs. I arched into him, my nipples hard and begging to be touched, but he stopped just short of my breasts, breathing hard but pulling away anyway.

“This is the smartest stupid thing I’ve ever done,” he murmured against my lips. “Are you sure the stupidity hasn’t caught up with you yet?”

“Oh, it’s caught up. I just don’t care.”

He smiled. “Well, that’s good, because neither do I.”

Once the words were out, he rolled me onto my back and reached for the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it off like he’d waved a magic wand to make it disappear. He unhooked my bra next, then groaned when his gaze dropped to my chest.

“Shit, Maggie.”

A second later, he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, moaning like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. I arched into him, my fingers sliding into his hair before I pushed the shirt off his shoulders.

As he switched from one of my breasts to the other, he cupped both in his hands and breathed me in, the blue of his eyes almost completely swallowed by his pupils when he glanced up at me. “Are we still at yes?”

“We’re going to stay at yes,” I whispered, reaching for the waistband of his pants when he started kissing a line down my stomach.