Page 57 of Power Play

Ryan stopped.

I opened my eyes and found him watching me.

“What?”

“That.”

“What about it?”

“You liked it.”

Heat flooded my face.

His dimple appeared.

“You’re impossible.”

“I pay attention.”

“I’m beginning to hate that sentence.”

“You don’t.”

I tugged his hair just hard enough to wipe the smile off his face.

Ryan’s eyes darkened. “That was a bad idea, mi hada.”

“Was it?”

His hand tightened at my waist, and the answer disappeared beneath another kiss.

This one turned reckless faster.

My knees tightened around his hips as Ryan moved closer, his chest pressing against mine while I pulled him in. Every layer of clothing suddenly felt inconvenient. His hands stayed at my waist and neck, but the restraint in them had become visible now, something he was actively holding instead of something that came naturally.

I could feel how badly he wanted more.

Knowing it made me braver.

I slid my hands beneath the hem of his shirt.

Ryan’s stomach tightened beneath my palms. His mouth stopped against mine, and for one second, neither of us moved.

Then I traced my fingers higher.

Ryan caught both my wrists.

The kiss ended so abruptly that it took my body several seconds to understand.

I stared at him. His breathing was rough, and so was mine.

Ryan lowered my hands slowly but didn’t release them.

Confusion came first. Embarrassment arrived immediately after it, burning through every part of me he had just touched.

I pulled my hands back. “Sorry.”

His brows drew together. “For what?”