Текст книги "Captured Love"

Автор книги: Juliana Haygert

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Chapter Twenty-One

 

Ryan

My cell phone rang in the middle of the morning. I would have answered it, if it weren’t for Noah’s glare. Yeah, yeah, because of the storm, we were way behind schedule, and answering phones in the middle of work would only disrupt our current progress.

At lunchtime, everyone gathered in folding chairs in front of the main trailer. Jessica, Jason, Corinne, Luke, Lindsey, Ethan … everyone was here. Even Alan and his employees. Apparently, they would work here until tomorrow and go back to their office on Monday. As much as I missed the silence, I couldn’t argue that their help had been invaluable. What would have taken us maybe two months of hard work to recover would probably take less than a month now.

Jessica sat beside Sophie and Rachel. She had a sandwich in her hand, but she stared at the horizon, completely lost in her thoughts.

This morning, she only waved hi at me from a distance. Nothing else. Jason slapped the back of my head and asked me what the hell I did to make her withdraw into herself again.

I just shrugged, but he knew. Somehow, he knew, and he slapped me again for it.

Unfortunately, I didn’t know how to fix the situation. My only choice was to avoid being too close to her and everyone else. That was why I drove away from the site during lunchtime.

After passing through a Hardees’ drive thru, I parked my car under the shade of a big tree around the square, and finally reached for my phone.

A call from Ethan’s uncle. But why?

I didn’t waste time and I called him back.

John picked up on the second ring. “Ryan, hi.”

“Hey, John. Sorry I didn’t pick up your call. I was working.”

“I understand. How are things going?”

I opened my mouth to say they were the same, but it wasn’t true. Having Jessica here was wreaking havoc in my core, but the rest—everything she was doing—was great. “I’m doing better, I think.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“So, what can I help you with?”

“When does your parole end?”

“November.”

He tsked. “That’s a shame.”

“Why?”

“You know I have been training Luke for the Roebling Race in Georgia at the end of August. I was hoping you were free by then. Maybe we could try it again.”

The air rushed out of my lungs.

“Ryan? Are you there?”

“Y-yes.”

“If you aren’t free until November, then we’ll have to wait until the Homestead Miami race in December. After that, March. But we can train until then and—”

“Wait. Wait.” I took a long breath. “What are you saying?”

“If you finish your parole without any trouble, I think I can get you in the circuit again.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Why would I kid about that?”

“But … why now? What changed your mind?”

“Ryan, I always believed you were a good kid. What happened … it was a misfortune. You had everything to be someone, to make it big, but apparently, it wasn’t your time. You’re not too old to start again. I really believe you can.”

“Did Luke bother you about me?” I cursed under my breath. “I thought I had convinced the guys I wouldn’t ride again.”

John laughed. “No, not Luke. He does mention you sometimes, but it’s only about missing you riding with them. Someone else called me Monday. We talked for a long time. Since then, I’ve been researching you. Sorry, but I had to know how your records looked, if you would be allowed back in.”

“Who was it?”

“Jessica Hayes.”

My heart stopped for a long moment. “She did what?”

“I thought she had gone away.”

“She did, but she’s back for the summer.”

“Oh. Well, by the looks of it, she still cares about you. A lot, because she made a good case of how you deserved a second chance. Her arguments were so good, I couldn’t say no.”

I took a long breath. Fuck, one more thing Jessica had done for me. One more wrong she had righted. By the end of summer, I would be owing her my life.

“What now?”

“Now you be a good boy and finish your parole with outstanding behavior. Meanwhile, we’ll practice. I’ll call you again in a few days to set up details. Sound good?”

“It sure does.”

“Good. Take care, Ryan.”

I ended the call and stared at the phone.

***

Jessica

After the kiss on Wednesday, I shouldn’t have gone to Habitat for Humanity on Thursday. Being there with Ryan was painful.

So, when Friday came, I told Jason and Mama that I wasn’t feeling well and stayed home.

In the afternoon, I walked to the hospital and stayed in my father’s room for an hour or so. Mainly, I watched him sleep and sketched the details of the room, wondering if we would ever set things right between us before I left. Or before he died.

That night, I let Sophie and Rachel take me to a small bar downtown called The Pub, one block from Ryan’s apartment. At first I thought about declining their invitation, but knowing Ryan was working late again, I was sure he wouldn’t come. It would be a fun girls’ night out. I even dressed up a little, with a not-so-short-and-modest-cleavage black dress that hugged my body. I put on my three-inch black pumps, applied a little more makeup than I was used to, and blow-dried my hair until it was smooth and shiny down my back.

As I walked out of the house and to her car, Sophie whistled.

“Who are you and what have you done with our friend?” Rachel asked.

“What?” I slid in the backseat of Rachel’s car. “I’m tired of trying to dress down so I don’t catch unwanted attention. I’m leaving in less than two weeks, and I want to feel good. This is how I dress when I go out.”

“I approve,” Sophie said, turning to look at me. She wore a black skirt and a pink blouse.

Rachel sported cropped black leggings and a zebra stamped corset-like top. Good to know they had dressed up too.

Rachel was able to park one block from The Pub. The facade had changed a little since I had last been here, but the inside was the same. A large oval bar in the center, lots of stools around it, tables and chairs spread across the floor, a few booths along the walls, low lighting casting a shadowy glow, a rock ballad coming from speakers on the ceiling, and to the far left, pool and foosball tables.

The girls and I weaved our way to the back, saying hi to known faces, and sat at an empty table between the bar and the game tables. A waiter came and took our order: three beers and a large portion of French fries.

“Ready to go back to Cleveland?” Rachel asked.

I sighed. “I think so. Though Papa and I haven’t really talked yet.”

“How is he?” Sophie asked.

The waiter came back with our drinks. I waited until he was gone to answer.

“Not doing well. I stopped by the hospital this afternoon. He still sleeps most of the time, and the nurse told me that when he’s awake, he complains of pain.”

Rachel placed her hand on mine. “I’m so sorry.”

I slipped my hand from under hers, and held my beer. “It’s okay.” I took a long swallow and changed the subject. “You two ready to go back to classes?”

Sophie scrunched her nose. “Ugh, not really.”

“Why not?”

“Because she hates economics,” Rachel said.

“Wait, then why are you studying that?”

“Long story,” Sophie mumbled.

“Because her father wants to leave the company to her,” Rachel explained. “He has this detailed plan. In two years, she’ll graduate, then go for an MBA, work for him for another five years to make sure she knows everything, and then he’ll retire.”

Sophie tsked. “Not retire. He’ll be my consultant.”

Rachel snorted. “From the Bahamas, Hawaii, or Cancun.”

Sophie grunted. “Can we change the subject?”

Rachel looked over my head. “How about we talk about guys?”

I followed her gaze. Jason, Luke, Ryan, Ethan, and a guy I didn’t know entered the bar. They saw us and made their way to our table.

“Hey, ladies,” Jason said, standing behind my chair. His hands landed on my shoulders.

Everyone greeted everyone. The stranger stared at me with curiosity in his eyes.

Luke noticed. “Gabe, this is Jessica, Jason’s sister. Jess, this is Gabe. He’s from Charlotte, but sometimes comes down to hang out with us.”

“Nice to meet you,” Gabe said, shaking my hand. Like the others, he wore a black leather jacket, jeans, and boots. They might not be a motorcycle club, but they certainly could’ve fooled me.

I withdrew my hand. “Likewise.” On their own accord, my eyes shifted to the guy standing beside him. Ryan had a frown on his face and his neck muscles looked strained.

He nodded at me before turning to the others. “I’m gonna see if I can find a free pool table.”

“I’ll go with you,” Ethan said.

Both of them walked around us, to the corner with all the tables.

“They found one,” Gabe said. Without another word or glance, he strolled away from our table.

I patted Jason’s hand. “So, what’s your motorcycle club’s name?”

He chuckled. “Right, because that’s our thing.”

“You guys play the part well,” Sophie said.

“First we need to switch our street bikes for cruisers,” Luke said.

Rachel waved her hand in dismissal. “Small detail.”

Laughing, Jason and Luke left us to join their friends at the pool table. When I looked at them, I found Ryan staring at me while setting the pool table. He averted his gaze.

“That’s it,” I announced. “I need something stronger.”

I called the waiter and asked for a shot of tequila. For some reason, the girls asked for one for each of them too. In less than two minutes, we were toasting with our tequilas.

“To a fun girls’ night out,” Sophie said.

Rachel and I repeated Sophie’s words, but I was starting to believe that it wouldn’t be that easy. I downed the shot, savoring the burn in my throat, willing it to take the pain, the hurt, the frustration, and the anger away.

As I set my glass down, Rachel handed me her cell phone. “I would ask someone else to take a picture of the three of us, but since I know you’ll say no, can you take one of Sophie and me?”

An uneasy feeling revolved in my stomach. “Sure,” I said, though my hands began to shake.

Noticing my discomfort, Rachel nodded at me. If I analyzed this too much, I would think she was asking me to take a picture—again—to help me with my trauma. So far, I couldn’t say it was helping, but who knew? Maybe after she had me take about a hundred, I would be over it.

I raised the phone between us and fit them both on the screen. They looked so great, so happy, and they would probably post that picture everywhere with a ‘what a great night with my bestie’ caption, and I wouldn’t be in it. Jealousy stirred in my chest, quickly followed by anger. Anger for not being over this fucked-up trauma.

I snapped the picture and returned the phone to Rachel before I threw it at the wall, as if it was responsible for my hang-ups.

“Thanks,” Rachel said.

Beside her, Sophie lost her smile and her eyes went wide. “Uh-oh,” she said.

“What?” I snapped my head back and saw what she meant.

Caryn strutted into the bar with two other girls. They all dressed similarly: a short, too tight dress, with their breasts almost spilling from the ample cleavage, hooker heels, and too much makeup.

Without faltering, Caryn weaved back to the pool tables and halted beside Ryan, putting her arm on his back. Nausea rolled in my stomach. Ryan stepped to the side. They were talking. What would I give to be a fly right now?

What was I thinking? I shook my head and tried to focus on my friends.

“I swear, she has a where-is-Ryan sensor,” Rachel said. “She’s always where he is.”

A force pulled me, and I dared to glance at them again. Ryan took a shot with Caryn right by his side. As he stepped back from the table, she put her hand on his arm. He jerked his arm away, but turned to talk to her.

I lowered my eyes, unsure I could watch anymore. The waiter passed us, and I asked for another shot of tequila.

“Easy on those,” Sophie said.

“I just need to take the edge off,” I complained.

The girls tried to keep my mind off the pool corner by telling me about their colleges, the cute guys, the parties, and things like that. I swear, I wanted to give them one hundred percent of my attention, but I was only half-listening. The other half of my brain was battling between spying on Ryan and Caryn, or not.

It shouldn’t matter. I was leaving in ten days. Soon, this town would be behind me. I would move on and forget about this summer. What Ryan did was none of my business. He could get together with whomever he wanted. I had done all I could to help him, and I hoped it had helped, because it certainly had helped me. My conscious was clean.

I was so into my thoughts, I didn’t see the guys approaching with chairs until they were all seated around our table with us. Thankfully, Jason sat on my left and Luke sat on my right. Ryan sat between Luke and Sophie.

And where was Caryn? I looked around and met her fuming gaze. She was beside the pool table, her arms crossed and her evil eyes on me.

Whatever.

The group engaged in conversation. It was nice to see they all were friends and got along well. I felt like an extra piece of the game, one that could be tossed aside and wouldn’t be missed. The worst part was that I had been the one to toss myself aside in the first place, and now I found it hard to fit again.

I glanced at Ryan. Like me, he was quiet too, only interjecting when necessary. Every so often, he looked at me. This time, his eyes looked up from me and around. I didn’t need to follow his gaze to know he was looking at Caryn. She made her presence known when she strolled behind me and sat down at the table beside ours.

Damn.

The waiter came for another round of beer, and a Coke for Ryan, and I asked for another tequila. Sophie and Rachel shot me worried glances, but I didn’t care. This was too much. I would drink until the edge was off, and I didn’t care about Ryan and Caryn, or I would leave. Knowing they would ask me to stay, I went with my tequila.

I confess that after three shots of tequila, my mood improved. Or maybe it was the cloud muffling everything in my brain. It didn’t matter. At least I wasn’t about to claw Caryn’s eyes out anymore.

When I realized, Luke and Ethan were gone. I scanned the room and found Luke by the bar, talking to a girl, and Ethan was playing pool again.

Ryan took Luke’s seat. “Hey.”

I nodded. “Hey, yourself.”

“I didn’t see you at the site today.”

“Yeah, I had stuff to do.” I picked at my nails, staring at them as if they were the most interesting thing in the room.

“I see.” He leaned forward, bringing his torso an inch or two closer to me.

I leaned back in my chair, keeping some distance. “Everything all right today?”

“Yes, yes. Things are going well. In fact, I need to talk to you about it.” He ran a hand through his hair, pushing the bangs away from his eyes, but they fell back a moment later. “I want to th—”

“Ryan!” Caryn shouted. She scooted between Ryan’s chair and mine. “There you are, baby. I was thinking about our conversation earlier—”

“Caryn,” Ryan said.

“—and I don’t agree with you. I think—”

“Caryn,” he repeated through gritted teeth.

“—I may have something to convince you otherwise.” She slid her hands down her waist to her hips and shifted her weight, pushing her ass back and forth.

I put a hand on my stomach, certain that I would be sick.

“Caryn,” Ryan tried again.

“Oh, here.” She offered him a closed bottle of beer. “You can drink while we talk.”

He stared at the bottle, probably shocked by her stupidity. Or he really wanted a sip.

I couldn’t witness this. I stood and bumped my arm into Caryn’s back.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, stepping away.

“Sorry?” she asked. “Look at me when you apologize, bitch.”

I let the alcohol in my veins win and turned to look at her with a half-grin. “I only see one bitch in this bar, Caryn, and I’m certain it isn’t me.”

“Is that so?” She dropped the bottle on the table and took a step toward me. “Then why have you been after Ryan like a lost puppy?”

Ryan stood. “Caryn, enough.”

“I’m after him like a lost puppy? Really? You’re the one who is always all over him, even when it’s obvious he wants to be far from you.”

“That’s what you tell yourself, so it won’t hurt as much.”

“You’re delirious.”

Jason stood too. “Jess, ignore her.”

“No, princess,” Caryn continued. “You’re the one deluding yourself here. Do whatever you want to have him at your feet. In the end, you’ll leave and I’ll be here to pick up the pieces, to put him back together.”

“Caryn,” Ryan said, a snarl in his voice. “Drop it.”

“What? It’s the truth. She comes in here all self-righteous. At first, she’s mad at the world. Then when the world doesn’t give a shit, she changes tactics and goes after you.”

“Caryn, shut up,” I hissed. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What, bitch? Did I say something that wasn’t the truth?”

I clenched my fists. “Call me bitch one more time …”

“Bitch!” she shouted. “Cow, tramp, slut!”

My blood boiled and I jumped on her. Ryan shot out an arm and pulled me back, drawing my back into his chest.

I jerked against him. “You’re the bitch, Caryn. You are.”

She came at me. This time, Jason stepped in the way. “Enough, Caryn,” he said, keeping her back.

Caryn’s friends came to her aid, and Sophie and Rachel jumped to their feet to intervene.

Ryan retreated, taking me away from Caryn, and I kept twisting in his arms, trying to get free so I could finally claw her eyes out.

“Stop it,” he hissed in my ear. “Everyone is watching.”

Stilling, I looked around. Every head in the room was turned toward us, their eyes wide. Some had their mouths hanging open; others were gossiping. It was just a matter of seconds before the almost chick fight news hit Twitter.

Ryan dragged me out of the bar. I thought he would let go of me once we were on the sidewalk, but his grip was firm around my waist while he pulled me along with him.

“Let me go,” I said, trying to elbow him in the stomach.

“Stop fighting me.”

“Then let me go.”

“So you can go back inside and keep doing what?” He looked down at me. His eyes were hard and his jaw popped. He wasn’t happy. “Stop and think for a moment. Whatever you two were doing, it was ridiculous.”

He was right, of course, but I would be damned if I admitted that to him. Besides, I was a little proud of myself for standing up to her. Sixteen-year-old me would never have stood up to a bitch like Caryn.

The anger slowly receded and the dizziness from the alcohol took over. “It’s okay. I won’t go after her. I promise. You can let go now.” He eyed me suspiciously, but dropped his arm from around me. I stopped and looked around. We were half a block from The Pub. “Where’s Rachel’s car?” I resumed walking back to The Pub and reached for my cell phone to send her a message that I was waiting outside. Three steps later, my heel caught on the sidewalk and tipsy me tripped. Pain shot through my foot, and I flailed for a second, sure I would kiss the sidewalk, but Ryan was right there. He caught my elbow and pulled me up before my knees touched the ground.

Gritting my teeth, I limped the next step. “Shit.”

He looked down at my legs. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“I think so. My ankle is hurting.” I tried taking another step and I whimpered. The pain was even worse than before. With a loud sigh, Ryan swept me into his strong arms. My breath hitched. “What are you doing?”

“My apartment is right there.” Walking, he jerked his chin ahead. “We’re gonna sit down and see what happened to your foot.”

“No, it’s okay,” I protested. “Just … help me to Rachel’s car. I’ll text her and she’ll take me home.”

“We’re already here,” he said, walking us past his closed garage. He went up the stairs and paused in front of the door. “Hold on to me.”

“W-what?”

“Just hold on to me, please?”

Wary, I wound my arms around his neck. The arm supporting my back dropped, and he fished his keys from his pocket. As if he did this every day, he unlocked the door without looking, and carried me inside. He kicked the door closed and deposited me on the couch.

In the same rhythm, Ryan got an ice pack from his fridge then sat beside me. With gentle hands, he put my foot on his leg. Because I was wearing a dress and didn’t want to flash him, I grabbed a pillow and placed it on my lap. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice.

Ryan moved my foot from one side to another, and I hissed.

“It’s swelling,” he said. “But I think you only twisted it, nothing major.” He placed the ice pack on my ankle.

At first, the coldness shocked me, but in seconds, it began soothing the pain.

His eyes met mine, something hard and raw written in them. “What were you thinking?”

“About?”

“Letting Caryn get to you like that. Reacting to the bullshit she said.”

Shrugging, I averted my eyes. “Maybe I can blame the tequila.”

“Even so. You shouldn’t give her the time of day.”

I returned my eyes to his. “You do.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No, you don’t get to do that.” He held my foot a couple of inches up and shifted on the couch, turning his torso to face me before depositing my foot back in his lap. “Don’t insinuate something and then shut up. Talk to me, Jess.”

Talk about what? About how Caryn was right? About how it hurt to see them talking and standing close together? About how I was leaving soon, and she would stay here to take care of him? Disgust rolled in my stomach.

“Were you jealous I was talking to Caryn at the bar?”

“W-what? Of course not!”

“We weren’t actually talking, Jess. We were—”

“I don’t want to know.”

“—acting like our usual selves. She bothers me. I try to let her down nicely, but she pushes it until I snap. Still she comes back. I think she’s a masochist.”

It was too good to be true, but how would I know if he was telling me the truth? Besides, it didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. As I kept reminding myself, I was leaving and he was staying.

I slid my leg from his lap and put my foot on the ground. Pain shot up my muscles. Shit. How would I walk away from here? I grabbed my pumps—one had a broken heel, great—in one hand and my cell phone in another.

“What are you doing?” Ryan asked, leaning forward.

“I should go,” I whispered.

His warm hand touched my arm and I shivered. “Stay. Just for a while longer.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“Just hear me out,” he said, his tone almost pleading. I looked at him. “I need to say thank you. Thank you for helping at the site, for bringing others who also helped a lot. Thank you for taking me to see Brody. Thank you for calling John.”

“I … You’re welcome.”

“Jess, I probably shouldn’t say this, but I’m glad you came back, even for a short while. I’m glad we were able to heal, like you said. To find closure.” He ran his hand through his hair. “There’s one thing you should know before you go.”

“What?”

“When we started flirting, that trip was already scheduled, but I had forgotten about it. You made me forget about it. I … I don’t know how to explain. I had never experienced anything like what I did with you. It was like you could see the good in me, and you also knew my flaws, but you were willing to help me out, to wait for me to come around. I had no idea how much I had fallen for you until that night.”

I scooted to the edge of the couch. “I’m not sure I want to hear this.”

“By then it was time for the trip and I wasn’t sure I wanted to go. I even told you that, but you insisted I go.”

“You’re gonna say it’s my fault now?”

“No, not at all. The guys were giving me a hard time, but it was my fault. I went on the trip, dead set on behaving, on having a good time, but I wasn’t going to sleep with anyone. I was just there to have fun with the guys. But it wasn’t fun. It was torture. The guys pushed alcohol on me, and the girls sneaked into my tent at night.”

“Please stop.”

“No, hear me out. Whenever they came into my tent, I left. I drank, yes, but I didn’t sleep with anyone.”

My eyes went wide. “W-what?”

“I didn’t sleep with anyone.”

“But Caryn … and the pictures? She showed me a picture of the two of you on a mattress.”

“She sneaked into my tent when I was sleeping and lay beside me. I woke up to the flashes of her camera. She was able to take a few more before I was fully awake and sent her away.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was trying to, but then your father overheard us, and …”

I shut my eyes and shook my head. “I can’t believe you let me think you had slept with Caryn for so long.”

“Like I said before, I tried calling you, but I couldn’t seem to find a way of reaching you. It was like you had disappeared off the face of the Earth.”

“You didn’t sleep with Caryn that weekend,” I whispered, trying to absorb the information.

He shook his head. “I didn’t sleep with Caryn. Not that weekend or after.”

I bit my lip, but the words came out anyway. “But you did before me?”

A knot appeared over his pained eyes. “Yes, but it was months before you.”

I stared at him. That last bit of info hurt, but I tried focusing on what mattered. He hadn’t slept with Caryn that weekend. He hadn’t cheated on me. Oh my God. Everything we went through was because I thought he had cheated on me, because I thought he didn’t care about me.

A sense of longing filled me and I knew this moment was our closure—and we had to make the best of it.

I let the bit of alcohol in my veins take over before I chickened out, and I knelt on the cushion. I placed my hands on his shoulders, pushed him back against the couch, and straddled him. His eyes went wide and his mouth parted, but the shock didn’t stop his hands from closing around my waist. My dress rode up as I adjusted myself, pressing my pelvis against his, all the while staring into his eyes, loving how the surprise in them morphed into lust.

“Jess,” Ryan whispered. “What about your boyfriend?”

I let my hands run over his taut biceps. “There’s no boyfriend.”

His eyes bugged again. “No boyfriend?”

“Nope. There never was one.”

His shocked expression changed back to lust, propelling me. I leaned into him and brushed my lips on his. So soft, so warm. His eyes fluttered closed and he moaned. He slid one of his hands up my back and clasped my nape, holding me close. Then he crashed his mouth against mine, claiming my every breath. His soft lips moved in a sensual, almost frantic rhythm, and his tongue provoked mine, making me moan. His hand on my waist snaked to the small of my back, pressing my breasts against his chest.

Swimming in desire, I rolled my hips, increasing the friction between us. He broke the kiss and drew in a sharp breath.

I took advantage of that pause to tug his shirt up. He helped me take it off, and then his hands were around my back, looking for my dress’s zipper, while I skimmed my fingers over the tattoos on his toned pecs and abdomen. Damn, he was ripped, much more than four years ago, and I loved it. Under the tattoos on his chest, I could see the faint scars from the accident. I let my fingertips graze over the long, thin lines—a shiver rolled down Ryan’s body. I stared into his eyes, hoping he could tell I was okay with them. They were a part of him now. They made him even more special to me.

He leaned into me and his mouth found my neck. He grazed his tongue on my skin, making me shiver, while he undid my zipper. He leaned back to pull my dress over my head, and stayed there. Eager to touch him, to taste him, I bent closer, reaching for him, but he grasped my upper arms and held me back.

“Let me look at you,” Ryan said. His husky, thick voice wrapped around me, making me shiver. I was self-conscious and excited by the way his gaze skimmed my body. It was as if he was devouring every inch of me with his eyes. His fingertips traced the cup of my bra from the middle of my chest, up the strand to my shoulder. That simple, fluttering touch ignited my skin, sending waves of want to all my nerve endings, and I shivered again.

I loved the way he looked at me.

Somewhere in my hazy mind, I thanked my good sense for having chosen a matching black lace strapless bra and panties to go with my dress.

“That’s hot,” he said. The corners of his lips curled up as he reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. He drew in a breath as his eyes scanned my body. “Fuck, Jess, you’re so beautiful.”

Finally, he reached for me, hooking an arm around my waist and clasping one of my breasts with his free hand. He lowered his face to my chest and fitted his mouth on my other breast. His tongue lapped one nipple while he pinched the other, making me cry out. Heat rushed through my body, settling between my thighs.

Oh, he was making me crazy, but I would make him crazy too.

With some jiggling, I undid the button and zipper of his jeans and slid my hand under his boxers. He groaned, nipping at my breast. I closed my hand around his length and squeezed, moving my hand up and down.

“Oh shit,” Ryan muttered against my skin.

Before I knew what was happening, Ryan had laid me on his couch. With his eyes on mine, he slipped off his boots and jeans, and then covered me with his body. I moaned, loving how warm his skin felt, how wonderful his weight on me was. But it didn’t last. His mouth found my neck, and slowly, his lips and tongue tortured my skin from my collarbone, down my breasts and belly, to my thighs, leaving a trace of heat and desire.

He slid off my panties before parting my legs. Anticipation clutched my stomach, and I felt like I would explode before he even touched me. He lowered his face to me and I held my breath. His tongue teased my inner thigh, making me jump with each lash.

“Ryan, please,” I whispered. How could he tease me now? “Please.”

Finally, his tongue flickered over my clit. I cried, arching my back. He swirled his tongue around my sensitive spot, and his finger teased my entrance. Tension built inside me. I wouldn’t last long like this. Neither did I want to. I knotted my fingers in his hair as he sucked my clit and slid a finger inside me.

“Oh, God,” I cried.

Ryan slipped a second finger inside me and thrust them deep before curling them, hitting the perfect spot. He repeated the movement a few more times, and when he increased the pressure of his tongue on my clit, I stilled for a brief second.

“Ryan,” I cried. The ecstasy hit me hard and I trembled, completely undone.

Slowly, I came down from cloud nine. Ryan stood beside me, watching me. Desire burned in his eyes. It was unbelievable how much I enjoyed seeing him like this. Almost as undone as I was. It was delicious. Exciting.

He caught me in his arms and carried me to his bed. Without taking his heated eyes from mine, he laid me in the center of his mattress. He took off his boxers and I swallowed, admiring his ripped, hard body. I wanted to ask him to stand there for a minute so I could admire him too, but I also didn’t want to wait. I needed him. Now.