Maybe.
Who knows!
But she followed it by trying to open the smaller buttons of her blouse, but they were so fiddly that her fingers kept missing them.
She huffed and stomped her foot. “Ryan, help me.” She pleaded. “My buttons are glued on!”
She heard him sigh and mutter, “She’s killing me so fucking bad.”
But he gently unbuttoned her shirt, and she shrugged out of it, tossing it on the floor.
“Do you want a shower first? And I’ll make you some grilled cheese.”
“Who wants grilled cheese?” Lisa scowled, “Not me! It’s too late to eat. I’ll get chubby, and then you won’t like me anymore.”
Before she knew it, her back touched the hallway wall, and Ryan’s face dipped low enough that his nose brushed hers, his hand circling her throat.
“You can eat whatever-the-fuck you want, goddess, and I will ache for you. Get it? Nothing you can do will ever stop me from wanting you. You are so fucking desirable, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I have to grind my back teeth to stop from mauling you right now. My fingers are itching to touch you. My dick hurts to get at you. But I can’t screw your brains out while you’re drunk, baby. Please take it easy on your man, hmm.”
That was so many words for Lisa’s muddled brain to sift through, but she got the lovely gist and nuzzled his nose.
“But... Ryan?”
“Yeah?”
“Remind me who owns your body, huh?”
“You do, goddess.” He answered right away, and Lisa’s panties nearly exploded.
She wanted him. So she told him so. And he growled.
“Lisa...” he said, like a warning. His hands dropped to her waist, squeezing so lovingly that she moaned.
“That means I can tell you to do anything I want, right?”
“Yeah, right, baby.”
Oh, he made her dizzy with...
With love?
Yeah, with love.
She loved him.
It wasn’t as if it had been a secret from her.
She just hadn’t told Ryan yet.
Love for Ryan Gold had been in Lisa’s heart for a long time, nestled in a place that was solely his.
She stretched onto her toes, hugged him, and enjoyed the feel of his frame. Lisa loved everything about it: the passion, the intimacy, the security.
“I want my Ryan Gold to make me feel good right now. Will he do that?” she asked in a whisper, and she wasn’t so tipsy that she missed how Ryan’s gray eyes flashed molten lava hot, and noticing the large bulge digging into her stomach, she ground against it.
It was hers, after all!
“You know I will, goddess.” He growled so deliciously that Lisa caught fire and hung on tighter to him.
